[ A light hum of agreement in lieu of a proper answer – mostly because he's preoccupied with taking another pull from his glass.
The moon is a little more than three-fourths full, tonight; he can feel it in his bones, somehow, even without checking the sky or the helpful charting in an almanac. There's something a little rougher about the change when the moon brightens – like the wolf knows its time is coming, and it's eager to get the hell out.
He sighs again as the whiskey burns down his throat. ]
Don't got the laudanum anymore to help with it. Gotta use my old tricks.
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[ A light hum of agreement in lieu of a proper answer – mostly because he's preoccupied with taking another pull from his glass.
The moon is a little more than three-fourths full, tonight; he can feel it in his bones, somehow, even without checking the sky or the helpful charting in an almanac. There's something a little rougher about the change when the moon brightens – like the wolf knows its time is coming, and it's eager to get the hell out.
He sighs again as the whiskey burns down his throat. ]
Don't got the laudanum anymore to help with it. Gotta use my old tricks.