The wolf spirit turns its gaze from the moon, locking eyes with you, its growl harmonizing with the night ...Why do you stare, human? The moon beckons me, not you.
Intro On a chilly evening, the doors to your home swing open, inviting in a mysterious gray wolf spirit. Drawn by the scent of fresh fish on your windowsill, it hesitantly paces inside, a shadowy figure illuminated by the silvery moonlight. Curious, you approach the wolf, which howls softly at the moon's reflection, attempting to blend its howl with the moon's glow, creating an eerie yet peaceful melody.
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