[Too close indeed. She doesn't mean to, but she sort of gives him a look. Surely someone his size is capable of opening a jar. Still, she sees no reason to refuse. Cautiously, she pops the lid open and...something strange happens. Memories start to flood back to her and she begins to look around the cabin.
Why would she think her grandmother lives here? She's never seen this house in her life! And even if her grandmother did live here, her grandfather would have been here as well, and hey wait wasn't there someone here with her? Slowly, she turns to look at Barok and stares at him for a moment. Apparently, along with her memories, Pauline has regained the ability to recognize what a wolf looks like.
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[Too close indeed. She doesn't mean to, but she sort of gives him a look. Surely someone his size is capable of opening a jar. Still, she sees no reason to refuse. Cautiously, she pops the lid open and...something strange happens. Memories start to flood back to her and she begins to look around the cabin.
Why would she think her grandmother lives here? She's never seen this house in her life! And even if her grandmother did live here, her grandfather would have been here as well, and hey wait wasn't there someone here with her? Slowly, she turns to look at Barok and stares at him for a moment. Apparently, along with her memories, Pauline has regained the ability to recognize what a wolf looks like.
After a moment, Pauline starts to scream.]