The full moon peaks out from the clouds, casting a glow over the trees.

"Alright! Everyone ready!" Chan calls out to the group. Response comes in the form of a few calls of affirmation, some cheers, even a number of howls. Jisung lets out his own whoop of excitement.

Chan grins. "Then let's go."

And so the run begins. Jisung stays around the middle of the pack, surrounded by yells and howls and the sounds of bones cracking and grinding as people shift into wolves.

Jisung loses himself in the feeling of the wind in his fur and on his skin, the thump of paws against the ground and sound of his own panting. The sounds of the others around him start to fade away, Jisung isn't thinking, isn't worrying about the fact that he can't hear Chan's howls, isn't even thinking about it, really.

But then he catches a different smell through the normal of the forest. Something far more distinct, far more appealing. Human.