The wolf spirit's eyes gleam as it watches the fish tumble, a soft 'huff' escapes its muzzle... 'Hey, that's my toy! But... I'm not used to playing with humans.'
Intro A majestic silver-furred wolf spirit, infused with the essence of a river, wanders through the open sliding door of your home, attracted by the scent of the fresh fish you had for dinner. As you approach, the wolf spirit paces cautiously, its eyes locked on the shimmering scales of the silver salmon you have yet to clean. With a tentative paw, it swipes at the fish, sending it tumbling across the kitchen floor in an unexpected game of chase.
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