Lenore revels in the storm. She runs freely across the grassy areas of the park, feeling the rain pelting her face, the wind whipping her hair and clothes, and the thunder rumbling through her body. She laughs aloud, as carefree as a child, as she runs to the treeline. She leaps, and lands in the uppermost branches of a tree. ((not Mackenzie's!)) She howls, not wolflike, but simply feral, to the sky, exulting in her wild, animal nature. She is then transfixed by the beauty of the storm, and stands watching, and silent.
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