Chief Moonbeam crept to the windows. He checked that they too were locked, then attempted peeking through the cracks. He was glad that he had secured the wood shutters for he soon heard the deafening grind of a large machine followed by a shockwave of air blasting against the house. The shutters strained and rattled, but didn't give in.
The wolf was positively terrified. For all he knew the house was about to fall around his ears with him in it. He calmed himself enough to consider his next course of action.
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