[ Before Clara can say anything else, the Child is gone, and the umbrella she attempted to return is on the ground. Reaching out for it, she holds it in her hands before looking over at the wolf.
She isn't sure if it's a part of the tower, but it also hasn't done anything other than sit beside her. Swallowing, she very tentatively holds out a hand, palm up. ]
Good wolf. I don't think you're going to hurt me, are you?
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She isn't sure if it's a part of the tower, but it also hasn't done anything other than sit beside her. Swallowing, she very tentatively holds out a hand, palm up. ]
Good wolf. I don't think you're going to hurt me, are you?
[ Of course, she has no idea. ]