flynn Salvatore

( comes out of the pack house in the morning fog as the beginning of spring the few birds that chirp in this kind of weather are less feared flynn makes his way to the lake as he normally shift into his wolf August which is bigger then most wolves and flynn being alpha of his pack known as the silver lake moon ) flynn: what a rush he ( he says in the mind as his wolf August runs fast) August: its good to stretch! ( finally makes it to the lake and hears splashing )