Something…is happening. He stuck his snout into the air and sniffed loudly, his tongue lapping up the taste of the sour wind. The skies were beginning to grey, but that wasn’t it. There was something behind it…something was wrong, something had shifted. Space and time ripped? Perhaps. Whatever it was, it didn’t give him an uneasy feeling.

The large, blue-eyed white-wolf pawed the ground anxiously. A perfect day so spread some mischief across the land before him. However little, no one could tell how far the ripple effect could go. The wolf grinned and started sprinting straight ahead, his tongue hanging sloppily out of the side of the mouth.
And then… he felt something hit him. As if someone took a club and bashed him square on the head. He closed his blue eyes, feeling his body going light as the sudden blow took a hold of him. His paws left the ground for only a second; and the feeling on his head was gone. Eyes were opened; his surroundings had changed. He stood in a room, in the middle of what seemed to be some sort of…summoning circle.

He blinked, feeling someone moving swiftly away from the building.

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["Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet"]