Wolfblood

Wolves. Simple creatures, but loyal all the same. When opening up a Minecraft world, there is nothing better for some than to tame a wolf, build it a house, and take it around the world on countless adventures. Yet there is a grief that comes with the joy... knowing that one day, your wolf will die.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my third pasta, I hope you enjoy it. I'm always looking for constructive criticism. 
== Wolfblood ==
I was a Minecraft pro, to use the common word. I played every day. Minecraft was my thing - and there was one world I loved more than any other. Looking back on it now, it was a pretty cool world in the normal sense. It had a lot of rare biomes, some good mountains, and lots of mineral resources. However, the reason I idolised this Minecraft world was because of my dog. He was called Adolfo, which means "noble wolf" in Latin. He had a dark green collar and he was my pride and joy. 
My base was in a mountain biome. For a mountain biome pre-1.17, it was very uneven and majestic. Every day, I would walk Adolfo around the mountains. There was never any danger of him dying. I knew the route so well it was impossible. So the day it happened... was a shock for me.
It happened as we were crossing the ridge on our way back home. It was a perfectly normal journey, nothing special about it at all. And then, suddenly, the world shifted. It just changed. Like the peel of an orange sliding over the fruit, everything seemed to fall into place. It was an indescribable sensation. All I knew was that the mountains had been altered, changed their shape, and that I was standing at the edge of a cliff with a lead in my hand. I looked down, petrified of what I might see.
The smoke was there. It was just clearing, and I knew that Adolfo had died. My best friend. Yet... even in my grief a sense of unease took root in me. There was no message in chat. When a tamed dog dies in Minecraft, a message appears: [Dog name] [cause of death]. In this case, there should've been a message saying "Adolfo fell from a high place." But no. Nothing.
I didn't linger over the absence of the message too long, I was more distraught by the loss of my dog. "I can always get another."
"But it won't be the same."
"No, it can be better!"
"The new dog will be no Adolfo."
My pessimistic attitude won out that day. I considered quitting Minecraft there and then. My dog had been everything I loved about the game, condensed into one mob. Well, not mob. He was more like a human to me. I never had many friends in real life, and he had been the only one I could talk to...
I "quit" Minecraft for a while then - while the pain was fresh. A year, which for me was a long time. And when I returned... I wish I hadn't.
Select World. Play. NO!
As I logged in, I was greeted with a repulsive sight and a wave of nausea. My dog, Adolfo! He wasn't dead! And yet, for the first time in my life, I wished he was. Lying down on an altar, collar still in place, blood with a realistic texture dripping from his flank. And behind, a figure. A werewolf. 
I screamed and knew no more.
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