W. Ulf had terrible night vision. Not even the bright full moon could help him now. “Never liked that thing anyway” he murmured to himself. He must have stepped into something while he changed and his paw was so swollen, that he had no choice. He had to howl in pain. Like one of those movie-poster wolves he always found so ridiculous. But here he was. “ARH-WOOOOOOOOOOO!”
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