There was nothing in the entire world better than running on a full moon, even chocolate, even music, even American Horror Story, even antiques didn’t compare to running on a full moon, the total sense of self that came with it beat out every other sensation, like he was finally in his own skin again, different even from the other days he shifted, the full moon was when he had his greatest sense of self, his greatest sense of belonging and rightness, the moon was a Goddess who he prayed to, and in all her wisdom and beauty and clarity she gifted wolves with the brightest light to run by on these nights, and to do anything but fully enjoy her blessing would be simply sacrilegious