Dream makes sure that the rest of his family are long gone before hopping down from his bed and pulling on jeans, he has only been at Pine Creek for a couple days and has been itching to take a run in the woods that are just a stone throw from his house.
Everyone has been too busy to run with him and he's not allowed to run all by himself for his own safety, the sa reason he's not going to the Pack House with the rest of his family.
Male Ogas are coveted because there's an old belief that they only birth Alphas, there are so few of them that it's difficult to prove it wrong or right but it was enough to put a restriction on Dream's movents.
He ties up his hair with a bandanna, it's cool out so a sweatshirt would be the perfect clothing.
He planned to take a short run through the woods, his wolf itching to co out and roll around in the grass but he had to be careful because scent suppressants faded away whenever he shifted and he couldn't risk being scented out.
He was in luck though because Werewolves kept away from this part of the woods do it was mostly quiet, plus they were the only people living on the street which made it even more isolated, the perfect stage for Dream.
He bounds out of the house, blue-grey eyes alight with happiness, he makes sure to hide the keys properly.
He couldn't take it with him because it would easily get lost but he hoped to get back before the rest of his family did it he would have a lot of explaining to do.
It's late on a Sunday morning and his neighbor's house looks quiet, he had gotten closer to Hayden and Renee who keeps sneaking up on him and grabbing him in bear hugs - literal bear hugs - because she would wear a bear suit to do it, the first couple tis it happened he had scread his head off and even now he still hadn't gotten used to it.
He just hurries past, beelining for the cover of the woods, he wouldn't put it past his mom to tell Renee that he wasn't allowed in the woods.
He only slows down when he gets deep enough to be hidden from view, taking in deep breaths with a wide smile on his face.
Shifting was still a mystery to him as much as any other Werewolf, he had watched docuntaries where they depicted Werewolves shifting as their wolves literally tearing out of their skin, it looked like it hurt.
Those videos had given him nightmares and he couldn't imagine wanting to shift if that was how it actually happens, it was more like swapping forms, like a shapeshifter.
Sure he lost his clothes as expected but every Werewolf could shift back into human form with a minuscule piece of clothing, sothing to do with their inherent magic.
It was optional and they could shift back to their human forms naked but they had beco so attuned to their human natures that it was just awkward so pants and shifts it was.
He takes off his sweatshirt, not wanting to have to walk back to his house half-naked, and carefully hangs it on a shrub.
He stretches a bit, it didn't exactly offer any help but it had been a while he shifted he didn't want to ss it up.
Shifting is fluid and painless, the soothing white light that envelopes him making him feel calm and peaceful.
When it's all over he finds himself sitting on the leafy ground, paws down in front of him.
His familiar blonde fur splashed with blue-grey staring back at him, he sniffs the air, slling easier.
He already knows about the creek, being able to sll it even in his human form but now he can clearly hear it rushing and his paws tingle, wanting to get to the creek.
He jolts to his feet stumbling a little and starts to move, sothing niggles at one of his ears and he wiggles the appendage, trying to get rid of it.
This doesn't work and soon he's adding more energy in trying to get off what's on his ears, spinning around and twisting his head.
He rolls over to his back and proceeds to use his paws to clumsily get it off, when it doesn't work he rights himself up and sniffs self importantly, choosing to ignore it instead.
It doesn't take long before he takes off in the direction of the creek again, paws thudding against the ground as he increases the pace and is soon all-out running.
He easily leaps over roots and small bushes, making the first, second, and third leaps effortlessly and fluidly, the last ti he leaps though he doesn't look at where he's going and lands heavily on a pine cone.
'Fuck!'
He curses which cos out as an outraged whine, he cradles the paw to himself and licks it tenderly, all the while glaring at the evil pine cone.
As much as he wants to let his wolf take over and frolic around, Dream knows he's on a ti limit, and instead of settling down to gnaw on the pine cone like he really wants to, he just kicks it away with one of his hind legs and continues his journey.
He yips happily when he gets to the creek, hurrying over to peek in.
Pale yellow eyes stare back at him, image wavy from the constant movent of the water and he leans forward to check his ears and snorts impatiently when he sees what it is.
His bandanna
The blue and white strip of clothes was tied around one of his ears, the bow facing forward and making him look ridiculous.
The water is really fascinating and it doesn't take long for him to curiously dip a paw in, snatching it back just as fast.
The water is cold!
He licks his paws haughtily only to lose his balance and go over, face-first into the streaming water.
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