a hollow wooden door

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That.... that was it? I heard a rumor? Not pleased by her subtle manipulation, nor the message carried, Anselm huffed. He briskly began to march, scowling softly as he retreated from her presence - and towards the east, where this wolf may or may not have been lurking. But as he passed the boy mumbled, "Oh good, gossip. That was worth the wait, thanks so much."

A wolf with red eyes, though? That sounded ominous. And, well, unreal actually. Anselm had never seen a wolf with eyes the color of blood before; would he want to? What if it was some kind of demon? What if its eyes were red because of some sort of hex someone had placed upon it? Could eyes turn red with the more blood a person sees? OKay, stop, this is ridiculous. He thought bitterly, curtailing his racing mind with a quick little shake.

Without another word to the stranger, Anselm parted from her company (hopefully for good).