The Light of Hope – Speakeasy entry #155

  Without a word, she dropped to the ground. Words would have been futile in her chosen form, and a growl would have belied her frustration. She changed swiftly, and without fuss. Her body was lithe and agile, and as she crossed the forest floor she didn’t make a sound. She was as graceful as … Continue reading The Light of Hope – Speakeasy entry #155