Heron Lake Plateau Sick Like [M]e

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Vorilye's talk with one of the other shadewolves had left him feeling bitter, and resentful. He took this as a chance to leave, and clear his head. Despite the danger, he reveled in being able to stretch his legs. So far, there was nothing to fear. It was nearing midnight, with the moon hanging high in the sky, almost full. Unable to help himself, Vorilye loosed a low howl; it sung of his anger, his resentment - he wondered if there would ever come a day where he would be truly free.