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Hmm. Why is it that you're so compelled to take off your clothing and walk through the woods, so close to evening? You search your new memories for the answer, but they're clouded. You remember something the genie said, right before he made the dice:
"Remember, every body carries mysteries."
You weren't sure what he meant at the time, but now you're getting an idea. Lost in thought, you don't see the moon rise over the trees around you. You don't feel your body subtly shift, your posture hunch, your nude visage becoming something else entirely. All you feel is hunger, a craving much too large for your small, feminine stomach.
The night of the wolf is at hand!