A gentle throbbing in my leg made me slowly open my eyes. I sat up, rubbing it as it hit me— it was healed. Did a broken leg really heal— no, even when one of my friends had sprained her leg it had taken her at least a month to heal. I shook my head, looking around and this time, seeing no Mack. That made me kinda nervous. Seeing a window, with the sun shining brightly in, I got to my feet slowly, still testing out my leg.

As soon as I fully comprehended that I could stand, and walk on my leg without hurting it, I moved to that window. Leaning on the windowsill, I looked out, shielding my eyes from the accursedly bright sun as I did so. I blinked and gasped at the sight.

Wolves. Running and playing in the ankle-high grass. Leaping, mock growling, I could see it all. Leaning on my elbows, head on my hands as I watched them beneath the sun, I couldn’t help but feel… content. Like something in me was at peace with this beautiful sight. Then again, who wouldn’t be? One wolf stopped and looked up at me.