Run

It had taken some time for Kestrel to heal, and while he wasn’t back to full strength he could feel the difference in his muscles and body. Better, stronger. But not perfect. He felt the itch to run, and explore, to really stretch himself out as best as he could manage.

It was late in the night, though the full moon sat heavy in the sky above, shedding an unusually bright light across the land. He took himself out to the shoreline at the edge of Raiders Hallow territory. Once he was on the sand, he began to run. Stretching out his body to its fullest length as he kicked up sand behind him. Running like a wolf familiar to the feel of sand beneath him. Who knew how to maximise his momentum where it would be dispersed by the soft footing.

He ran until his breathing was quick, and soreness persisted. The good sort, that told him he was exercising his muscles. It was some time before he realised he could feel the sense of another. Something was watching him, and it didn’t feel like a wolf. He slowed his reckless gait, pricking his ears, though he gave no other outward sign that he knew something was out there. He trotted along the sand, waiting for the feeling to disperse of the something to make the first move.

WC: 231


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