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Dated for the 23rd
After a day of meeting pack members and learning about their culture, Ignatius was exhausted. He had made a promise though and these wolves were looking forward to the night’s performance. The butterflies in his stomach had already started fluttering and his nervousness gave him the energy to keep going. He walked along on all fours, heading toward New Dawn’s den and gathering spot, still getting used to using his lupus form.
Just as he thought, it was easy to pick out and follow their scent to where it was strongest, at the den. He arrived just as the moon was beginning to rise over the horizon. He took his place in the middle of the clearing, sitting down as he waited for the pack to join him. As he waited, he pondered over what story to tell, perhaps a love story or a scary story. Both would work well in the moonlight.
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