[Oh fuck, that whispering starts to stir something deep within him, and as soon as he feels that he grits his teeth and tries to force it down. The feelings of dread and despair are powerful, but he just has to hold out for a few seconds. He can do that, he thinks.
Using all the strength he can muster, he's going to yank on the fur on whichever side of the wolf's neck will take it back towards the fence. You need to leave, buddy.]
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Using all the strength he can muster, he's going to yank on the fur on whichever side of the wolf's neck will take it back towards the fence. You need to leave, buddy.]