My big bad wolf
That morning in the cabin in the middle of the dense forest, the wise wolf awoke to chaos. Everything around him seemed to float, from the furniture and household items to himself. The wise wolf, with a furious look in his amber eyes, let out a string of curses in his wolfish tongue, trying to regain control over what was happening.
“Damn magic tricks!” he growled as he tried to stay in the air, desperately searching for a counter-spell to stabilize the situation. His gray fur was bristling with frustration, and he finally managed to cast a counter-spell that made him fall heavily to the ground.
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