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Another month had come and gone, which had meant another full moon was quickly approaching. The prospect of her monthly transformation was never far from Clara’s mind, though she was particularly concerned over the forthcoming cycle. Having spent the better part of the last few weeks in the confines of St. Mungo’s, she had limited time to get her affairs in order. Transformation might have been marked by a single day on the calendar, but the cycle of lycanthropy and its impact were unending. At present, this meant a heightened sensitivity to her surroundings, though it would soon be followed by a series of far more intense symptoms.
In keeping with their monthly arrangement, Clara had made plans to meet with Wendy for a meal. It was always the same; arrive to an inconspicuous location in London, one where they could converse at length without the prospect of nearby eavesdroppers. She also used this time to provide a set of elixirs for the younger werewolf, ones that lessened the impact of their condition. Originating from a potioneer of her acquaintance, one who attended Koldovstoretz and owed her a series of favors, the condition of their benevolence had been for the exchange of supplies between her and Wendy to take place in a secret and inconspicuous location. It made no difference to Clara, having always preferred to conduct her affairs in a private manner.
Prompt to a fault, it hadn’t been long before Wendy arrived, a fact of which Clara remained grateful. “I come bearing my usual gifts.” Welcoming her with a sense of urgency and relief, she ushered the other over as she placed the small box upon her side of the table. There were few who truly understood the toll of their lycanthropy, and the level of comfort that accompanied their shared commiseration was one she had yet to find elsewhere, at least among Fenrir's former ranks. “How are you holding up this month?”