Charley Jean leapt through the air, her hair and cloak spread out behind her. As she landed on the other side of the brook as the white wolf she yelped as she landed awkwardly in the mud. She shook off her clothes and stuffed them under a nearby tree.
Sniffing around she could smell the scent of other wolves, wolves she had never sensed before.
She was going to investigate this at some point but not right now. She had gone too long without transforming, today was her day to run and play like a puppy.
So, decided on what she would do, she leapt once again through the air and bounded out of sight into the woods, wagging her tail in delight....