There the wolf was, thinking by his lonesome. When he heard rustling and a loud voice. “And what’s behind… DOOR NUMBER 1!” He raised his head in annoyance, who was this animal who dared disrupt his rare sentimentality. He stood up and turned around to sit back down again. Another wolf came into his view after a couple of minutes, shortly after he saw them they had pounced on a toad and was giggling like a pup would. This wolf looked like an adult yet acted like a yearling, “If you’re going to have any luck with hunting you’re going to have to learn not to make as much noise.” He would say loud enough for the wolf across from him to hear. This had reminded him of one of the things he disliked about this land, there was so many wolves within it that unless he put out warning signs everywhere he would always get his thoughts interrupted by some other creature or wolf. Even then there would still be the occasional idiot who stumbled past his defenses and warnings to disrupt him. A constant reminder of why he never got anything done.
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