[ John has no time to react before the heavy instrument is flung in his direction. He tries to dodge, but only succeeds in tripping over himself and getting hit anyway, which is announced with a nice dense THUMP and a sharp, pained yelp and whine. What was this thing that could hit him from so far? Confused, scared, hungry, and now injured, the wolf slinks backward toward the bedroom, keeping large, yellow eyes on his assailant and making some noise that comes out in a mix between pathetic whine and vicious growl. It isn't very intimidating. ]
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