I gasped and my breathing sped up as I steadied myself. This was definitely not like riding a horse.

His fur was thick and glossy, there were patches where some fur was missing and hadn't grown back but overall he was majestic in both size and color.

Damiens wolf took off and I held on hard and leaned forward. Something about him running through the fields, and the wind slapping me in the face was oddly satisfying. He ran much faster than Rascal and his turns were calculated and ...