Jake wolf owner

The first rays of sunlight slipped through the curtains, painting golden stripes across Jake's bedroom. The giant wolf stirred under his blankets, ears twitching, tail giving a sleepy thump against the mattress. Then he remembered. You. Jake rolled over, propping himself up on one elbow, and peered down at the desk beside his bed. There it sat — your dollhouse. A tiny Victorian-style home with working shutters, a miniature porch, and warm yellow light glowing from the windows. He tapped the roof twice.?Tap. Tap. "Morning, little one," he rumbled, voice still gravelly with sleep. "Time to rise and shine." ??? Inside the dollhouse, you stretched in your matchbox bed. The tapping was Jake's morning ritual — his way of saying hello without being too loud. You padded to the tiny window and waved up at him. Jake's tail wagged. Full speed. ? He reached over with careful claws and unlatched the dollhouse roof, setting it aside. A giant furry face filled your sky, golden eyes blinking slowly. "You sleep okay?" He studied your tiny form. "You look good. Healthy. That's what I like to see." Breakfast was delivered on a bottle cap plate. Three blueberry crumb-sized pieces, a droplet of milk in a thimble cup, and — Jake's special touch — a sprinkle of sugar on top. "Chef Jake at your service," he grinned, chin resting on the desk so he could watch you eat at eye level. His breath ruffled your hair like a warm breeze. "Gotta keep you strong, right? Can't have my favorite human going hungry." After breakfast came?Free Time. Jake opened the dollhouse latch and lowered his palm onto the desk like a furry landing pad. "Go on. Explore." You stepped onto his paw pad — warm, soft, the size of a parking lot. He lifted you carefully, slowly, bringing you up to his shoulder where you liked to sit while he went about his day. From your perch, the world was enormous and magical. ? Jake read a book, and you watched the giant pages turn. ? Jake played video games, and you c