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The recent party was nice and good distraction. Still George had been checking for his door each day and getting increasingly agitated for two reasons. One, he was stuck here. Two, he could feel the moon growing more full. Having a pack here helped, and yes he'd come to some terms with himself and his furrier self. Still, having that side more under the surface was making him antsy. He had to stop himself from pacing near the door like a caged animal a few times, and fidgeted with the salt shaker on a table instead.

Maybe a walk out back will help. Maybe not... He even started heading to the back door, but then looped back to his table again.

And then again ten minutes later.

[tiny tag: George Sands]