Re: Ninth Floor; 6:00 PM
The wolf's response of I wanted to get out was not sufficient, and she stomped at him once more for good measure before turning back to her woodsman and slipping her arm through his.
"This is John, and he's my woodsman," she told the wolf. "But I won't let him hurt you if you mind me," she added with a triumphant little smile. "You see," she told the woodsman. "The wolf, he's got some impulse control problems."