They all felt it the second the sun went below the horizon. It was like electricity, a shiver that went down his spine. Conversation ceased for just a second and everyone's face showed it. They felt this same energy and need. Tage stepped farther away from the lodge, not saying a word, just turning his eyes up to the twilight sky. So far, almost every wolf in his pack gathered. Some farther away, out in the trees, but he felt them, ready for the night. He tried to ignore the fact that Cassius did not stand among those gathered, but perhaps he would join in in the midst of the run as many wolves did. It wasn't an organized thing. Rather, the full moon meant freedom.

Without bothering to fight the need, Tage let his wolf form burst out. It was early; he still hoped to meet many more tonight, but there was no point in holding back. He let out a howl that resisted any need to feel anxious. What would happen would. One by one, the others dropped into their wolf forms and took up the howl. No doubt even in the city, sharp ears would hear the call, one last entreaty to join the run, all who were able. Tage didn't know why some he invited did not show. A part of him might worry or feel curious at another time, but those instincts were pushed down now.

He took the lead, running into the trees. The pack spread out behind him, each taking to the run. No one in lead, no one left behind. It was just running to run and that's how Tage liked it. If Cassius came, he would see that this sort of freedom also had its own charm. And maybe then, they could stand on equal foot.