It felt completely exhilarating to be out running in the open plain again. However, it was not only this, but to be among the herd. Granted, these poor souls had been cursed, plagued with the sickness which filled this land. None the less they were still powerful, still oh so beautiful.

Journey's eyes even fluttered closed a moment as she ran, feeling the pounding of hooves under her feet, the sound of it all around her. And even, if only for a fleeting moment, she could remember hearing her own hooves pounding the heart, the beating in her chest, the heavy blow of her breath through strong lungs.

When she saw another wolf colored with white and red, streaked in black and grey, her attention directed to his path. He continued straight on. Journey went for the branch arching to the left, furthering the herd from their crowned.