I snore away atop my throne, my belly taking up most of the space. Suddenly, a few rocks fall from the ceiling and land atop my head, stirring me awake. Hrm? What was that? I yawn, still tired. Bah! cursed rocks! Wait... What's that I smell? I sniff the air, my tummy rumbling audibly. Ah, an intruder in my den! Why don't you show yourself? My eyes wander, trying to figure out where you are as the other wolves in the den begin to stir.
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