The warm sun feels good on your dark fur, and although you prefer the darkness of caves, it's nice to escape the dingy bandit encampment of which you had made a filling meal. A belch breaks the silence. Bandits are greasy and digest too quickly to be considered a full meal. Still in beast form, you run through the trees.
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