[There's rubble all over the floor; it makes his shoulders tense up and something spider down his spine, and he has to squeeze his eyes tight shut before he can move. Be stronger, better, bigger than this, he chides himself; it's not even real, you know that by now.]
[Still, it's only after a protracted pause that he manages to climb the stairs. By the time he gets to the top he's taking them two at a time to leave the lower floor behind, and he closes the door to the main room behind him a little too loudly.]
[It's only after he catches his breath that he realizes he's in a room with a wolf. Swearing under his breath, he rolls his eyes at the ceiling - really? really? - and crosses over to it, not because he particularly wants the doll, but because if there's going to be a threat he might as well address it immediately.]
Lucky wolf, with a big house like this all to himself.
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[Still, it's only after a protracted pause that he manages to climb the stairs. By the time he gets to the top he's taking them two at a time to leave the lower floor behind, and he closes the door to the main room behind him a little too loudly.]
[It's only after he catches his breath that he realizes he's in a room with a wolf. Swearing under his breath, he rolls his eyes at the ceiling - really? really? - and crosses over to it, not because he particularly wants the doll, but because if there's going to be a threat he might as well address it immediately.]
Lucky wolf, with a big house like this all to himself.
[His voice positively drips with sarcasm.]