[ she often lurks in shadows on these nights, not wanting to frighten anyone who might be awake in town. the run leaves red breathless, panting, and she thinks it time to curl up in her own bed. the wolf sits, when she can see or smell no one, under a streetlamp, watching the moon disappear. immediately, her shadow on the wall shifts from canine to human form, no need for her cloak today. ]
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