[Firo suddenly finds that he can move--maybe he was just tired. This thought annoys him, because it seems far too soft, but he brushes it aside as he hustles off to where he left his clothing when he transformed. He wriggles into it as best he can, adjusting it more as his wolfishness slips away with the disappearing moon.
He glances around to make sure nobody's watching, and then he dashes off. Even when he's slipping under the lamps on the outskirts of town, he doesn't yet notice the addition to his shadow.
With dawn on the way, he collapses on the couch for a fitful--and all too brief--sleep.]
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He glances around to make sure nobody's watching, and then he dashes off. Even when he's slipping under the lamps on the outskirts of town, he doesn't yet notice the addition to his shadow.
With dawn on the way, he collapses on the couch for a fitful--and all too brief--sleep.]