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so Yeager and I could run.
    “We’ll see you in a few hours,” I said as Yeager and I stepped out of the old motorhome.
    “Have fun, you two,” Edie said wistfully.  She was a bit envious that she couldn’t shift like I could.  Honestly, I wished she could.  Edie and I had been friends for a long time, since junior high.  We were opposites, just about as different as any two people could be, but we accepted one another for who we were.  We weathered the bullies and their insults through junior and high school together.  Edie, however, always had it harder than I did.
    Her dad was an angry man who used to beat Edie and her mother.  They finally left him and showed up in Gold Canyon when I was in seventh grade.  But Edie’s dad never paid child support and she spent a lot of her childhood on public assistance.  She still lived with her mother until she followed Yeager and me to Slab City.  Edie had a rough life and the fact her mother drank too much didn’t help. She pretended her mother’s drinking didn’t bother her, but it did.
    Together we made a strange pair.  I was always a big girl but Edie was built like a twelve year old boy and most of the time, acted like one.  Neither of us had a conventional home life either.  I never knew my father and Edie wished she’d never known hers.  As different as we were, we had a lot in common as well.  We understood each other and supported one another when things got tough, and things were tough more often than not.
    “Don’t wait up,” I replied and closed the door behind us.  Yeager and I looked around and saw no one or nothing for miles.  No other camps, no lights.  We began to undress, folding our clothes and placing them on a rock near the motorhome.  Once Yeager was naked, he shifted becoming the gray wolf with the silvery streak down his back and the bright amber eyes.  The wolf that was Yeager turned to look back at our home on wheels.
    “That is so freaking awesome,” I heard behind me.  I turned and Edie was watching through the screen of the kitchen window.  Yeager regarded her, his tongue lolling out.
    “What are you, a peeping tom?” I asked and smiled back at her, set my panties down and then winked at my friend.  I then fell forward but by the time my hands hit the ground, they were paws.  I shook to settle my thick coat of glossy black fur with the white patch on my shoulders and then looked back at Edie.  Edie had that longing look in her eyes.  I regarded her for a moment before I turned and trotted off with my mate, Yeager.
    We ran through the stark Utah desert, the orange and red rock now cloaked in darkness.  We picked our way through the jumble of stones and boulders, sniffing the ground and learning the secrets of this land.  Squirrels, jackrabbits, snakes, lizards, even a small herd of bighorn sheep had crossed our path at some point.  We spooked an owl from its perch on a rather large rock formation.  I slowed to watch it soar away.  As exciting as it was to explore a new place in my human form, it was nothing compared to doing so as a wolf.
    I could scent things a human would never see, things that transpired days or even weeks ago.  I could smell the mouse cowering in fear at our passing, the rabbit’s skeleton that lay bleaching on the desert floor, the hawk that killed it and the turkey vultures that picked its bones clean in the days that followed.  I could smell the rain that had swept through a week or so past.  The landscape came alive to the wolf that I had become.  But most of all, I could sense the intoxicating scent of my mate as he chose his own path through the desert not far away.
    We ran for at least an hour, searching and exploring.  At times, we ran together and at others, we ran apart indulging our curiosity separately.  Yeager, or rather the wolf he had become, was never far from my thoughts and his scent was never lost to me.  Finally, I found a