Escaping into the night was something Dyson was good at. And though he didn't have a moon born physiological urge to change there was something about the night and the the way it was lit up by the moon.
He'd shed his clothes some way from the inn, in a field at the back of the barn, and after a long hunt loped back to where he'd left them.
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Date: 2017-05-07 04:17 am (UTC)He'd shed his clothes some way from the inn, in a field at the back of the barn, and after a long hunt loped back to where he'd left them.