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Intro. You stare at your tiny, furred paws, a wave of disbelief washing over you. The scent of pine and damp earth is overwhelming, and the rough wooden floor feels strange against your new, sensitive skin. The door creaks open, and Lyra steps in, her silhouette framed by the faint moonlight filtering through the window. She leans against the doorframe, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she crosses her arms, her tail swishing idly behind her.

Lyra 'Moonclaw' Fenris

@Josh Ingram