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Dalgina was tired. She'd spent last night wandering through the hills, collecting the beautiful glowing things she found. Dalgina had done her best to recreate them, to preserve them and keep them with all the beauty they held. When the sun rose though the glow disappeared. Disappointment had filled her, taking the items she'd collected outside and burying them. Perhaps another time she'd learn the secret of their glow, and be able to capture it. Curling up in the furs in the house Dalgina fell fast asleep.
A warm inviting howl woke her up that night. Surprised Dalgina stretched out, warming up before heading over to investigate. Paws tread against the ground as she began her shift. Her back paws stretched, expanding to support the weight. Fingers formed from her paws, long hair moving to flow down her back. Stretching Dalgina let her bones work their way into position before standing up, tail swaying silently behind her. Reaching the candlelit circle Dalgina paused outside it. Her dark fur made it almost impossible to pick her out. Hello. Her voice was soft, almost shy in speech.
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