She was no longer the Talryn the humans knew. She was Homo lupus. She was Loup-garou. She was the daughter of the moon and the sweet night. She was as many would call her . . . a Werewolf.
The rest of her pack, her kind, thought she was a beautiful “wolf”, with her sleek auburn pelt, sparkling yellow eyes, and lean muscled frame. She knew the human boys thought her beautiful in her human form but they didn't matter. It was the pack that did, and the males howled for her, she knew. But she was a loner choosing to run alone, away from the pack she loved, but felt smothered in. It was only alone that she could be calm and feel the oneness with the wild which she yearned, the freedom she desired. To be separate from her confining human form and her loud pack. It was something she needed to do alone.
Leaving the light of the settlement behind she ran along the sparkling creek bed, swift and silent. Gracefully jumping over logs and other obstacles, with the forest running through her blood. She loved the peace and calm only obtained when she ran alone in the forest, one with the wild, worshiping the great moon that had given her and all her kind, this wonderful, beautiful ability.
Watching the moon cross the sky, she knew her time in this form was limited. Drinking in the sights, the smells, the joy of every step, the wind in her face, the life everywhere, she felt whole.
Back she ran to the clearing by her home, where she had changed earlier that night and had left her clothes. She changed back from her true beautiful self, into her second form, the form of Talryn the human. Going through her change, only backwards. Before she walked back home, Talryn looked lovingly at the sky, “Good night sweet moon. Until next run . . .”