The lion sleeps tonight
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It was rare that he felt the need to shift. Furion could (and had) spent years without turning into the lion that was just beneath the surface of his skin. It was easier to hide from those he hunted and there weren’t nearly enough places where he would be alone, the risk that someone would discover him was too big.
Today was an exception. He had driven out to a cabin in the woods he had rented and spent the entire day dozing lazily in the shadows of the trees surrounding the place. Away from humans who couldn’t know about his true nature and those who would end is life if they had the chance.
Night had come too early, a cool breeze waking him up and he wandered back to the spot where he had left his clothes. Days like this always brought back memories of a time long ago, when the world had been a scarier place to live in - but also easier to understand.
Distracted as he was, it took him too long to realize he wasn’t alone anymore. The soft sound of a twig breaking made him freeze for a second, then turn around slowly.
