[ This place is silent. The chains don't clink, his feet make no noise as he moves through the house. It is dark, and old, and too quiet. It's too empty, and on instinct he starts to move in zigzags, crouched low, finding his way up the stairs into the room. Deliberately avoiding any of the windows. His attention flicks over each item in turn. Then, Jim eyes the wolf, and rotates his palms so they are both open, and facing it. ]
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Hey, there. Not here to cause trouble.