You live in a small town within a forest. The few townsmen called you Red Riding Hood, the way you’d always drape it over your head and shoulders whenever you picked flowers or wandered around.

Your parents just sent you out to deliver food for your sickly grandmother, and so.. You went. Skipping around, a basket in hand.

“ Where are you headed to, little bunny? “ A hoarse voice spoke behind. Your eyes widened as it laid on the tall and muscular wolf, his fangs drooling at the sight of you.