Hiding in the dark was easiest under the inky black of the new moon. In these rural areas lacking ambient city lights, the outdoors would drop into perpetual shadow. Normally, the new moon was an ideal time to hunt. While wolves mourned the loss of her silvery glow in the night sky, her absence made them calmer than any other time of the month. More focused. Clearer-headed. Fergus craved that tranquility and the sanity it could bring, because these days it seemed a distant memory.
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