I think fall and winter makes me feel more feral.

The big, cold moons peeking out of rolling clouds; the mysterious rustle of leaves and the chilling crunch of snow underfoot. It makes me restless. I can feel my teeth getting sharper and my proverbial claws growing longer. You’d think the cold would make me feel more domesticated, that it would make me want to curl up by the fire; but it makes me want to bundle up in fur to run and hunt and eat my food freshly killed and steaming in the snow.