Willow's Way

Willow liked the cold. Below freezing temps, bring it on. Winter was definitely her favorite time of the year, especially when it snowed. It was the time that she truly felt at ease outside. She could spend hours outside during icy temperatures. Willow found that loving the cold was even more so after her sixteenth birthday.

Willow’s senses came alive while running and playing in the snow. Her eyesight was sharper. Her sense of touch became even more heightened. Her tastebuds were humming with the different flavors she could now detect in her meals. Even more impressive was her sense of smell and how now everything had an odor she could detect. What her golden eyes didn’t detect, one of her other senses did, working in glorious harmony.

Throughout the night and morning, snow had raged, covering all. Willow found herself outside, running with wild abandon through the whole storm. Even though clouds covered the moon, she knew with her other senses that it had waxed to its fullest, perfect for hollering.

So, she ran through the snow, sniffing the air as she ran on two legs. She was excited by the sharp scents all around her. Then suddenly, she smelt the smell she’d been hoping for, the one that she had been waiting all afternoon to catch the scent of. She smelt the sense of fear from the creature in the brush to her right. Willow froze, then howled up to the moon; she shifted her shape and pounced.