The two young wolves woke warm in the summer sun. Donovan was the first one to wake. He blushed slightly when he looked down at Selene. Then the events of last night came flooding back to him, and his face turned even redder. What was Mikey doing right now? Maybe he was telling Raven and Phillipe what he thought he saw last night. Maybe he made it sound like something actually happened... Donovan shook his head. He could play the what if game all he wanted, but it wouldn't get anywhere. So he stood up and started searching for his clothes that he had shed before he made the change.
Selene sat up. She didn't really realize where she was until she saw Donovan. Then she too got up and started searching for her clothes as well. Donovan came out from the trees fully dressed in his classic black t-shirt, black cargo pants, and black skate shoes. She loved the way he looked standing there. He was so perfect, even if his hair was hanging in his face, and matted to one side from sleeping on the ground.
Donovan watched her back as she slipped into her tight black jeans, and laced up her thick black "combat boots," well that's what her mother Artemis called them anyways. Though when it came tyime for her to put on the corset she had some problems. Easy to take off, but go figure, you need two to put it back on easily, she thought. It was almost as though Donovan had read her mind because suddenly she felt his hands skim up her back. He tied up the back while she tied up the front, and she smiled at him when she turned around.
"Well," he said, "Now we can go out and try to blend in with the rest of the world, somewhat," he smiled, "Let's go find Raven and Phillipe."
Selene smiled, "and Astarte."
"We can't forget her, now can we?" Donovan replied with a warm smile.
So they set out from the wolves, and their forest to go and attempt to blend in with the rest of the world.
