[That wolf's not supposed to be here. It sticks out like a sore thumb, something dangerous, something wild, that can't be tamed by the idealized world that's been created for him.
Somehow, seeing it is a relief. It settles the feeling of wrongness, and makes him feel more at ease. It's proof that this world is wrong, that it's fake, that his intuition was right and he can move on from this place.
Somehow.
He's not sure how he'll manage it.
He lets out a breath, turning to look at the hedge the wolf snarls at. His family home never had hedges like that.]
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Somehow, seeing it is a relief. It settles the feeling of wrongness, and makes him feel more at ease. It's proof that this world is wrong, that it's fake, that his intuition was right and he can move on from this place.
Somehow.
He's not sure how he'll manage it.
He lets out a breath, turning to look at the hedge the wolf snarls at. His family home never had hedges like that.]
What do we do about this...