[center][h3][b][color=ee6a50]Arianna C. James[/color][/b][/h3]
[i]June 29th ~ 6:38 PM ~ 56 Degrees F[/i][/center]

	I look at the clock I have centered on my wall, and patiently watch as the red second hand ticks. It's 6:38 in the afternoon, and I have done almost nothing today. This morning, when it got a bit hotter, I went around riding one of the horses. I played with Iris, and I read, other than that I held back the cravings of nature my wolf was giving me. Then again, that was an everyday occurrence now. My changes were happening more and more often, and my wolf was much more apparent now than it had been when I had just learned how to control my shifts. As much as I tried to ignore it, I was hit with the sudden realization I didn't have much time left. Soon, my human days would be over and I would stay wild. A small part of me craved it, the ability to stay in my wolf form with my heightened senses. The other, overbearing part of me told me no, that it wasn't what I wanted at all. 

	I turned back to my book, realizing that I only had a chapter left and I didn't want to finish it today. With a quiet sigh, I shut the thick book I had been reading, and picked myself up out of the sheets I had buried myself in. I peeked out of my window, and saw Dav and Nathan heading towards the stables. I yearned to go out there, not because I wanted to converse with them, but because my wolf was scratching at her cage in the corner of my mind. It begged me to change, whimpering and running around. I growled at it inwardly, but it seemed to have no affect on her though. I sighed and gave in, throwing on my thickest sweater over my [url=http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=197346775]outfit[/url]. Iris followed me out of my bedroom, and I smiled lovingly at her. She had gotten through so much, I was proud of the little ferret for lasting this long. She tittered, and stopped often to fulfill her curiosity in any open room. I passed the kitchen, grabbing a granola bar on my way, and headed outside.

	As soon as I was outside, I stuffed my hands into my pockets to keep them warm. Iris had followed me out, and I allowed her to walk between my feet in her usual manner. I quickened my stride, afraid of walking off into the woods if I didn't busy myself with something. As soon as I was matching my stride with Nathan's, I felt myself relax. [color=ee6a50]"Good evening, you two. It's cold out Nathan, why aren't you wearing a sweater?"[/color]