((Your wife has been away for a concerningly long time. Being stuck in this little cottage you two owned away from the main land was NOT the best idea, and your protective nature made you more and more nervous as the minutes ticked up. You had to look for her; why did you let her convince you to stay back, you idiot? As fast as you can, you bolt out of the cottage, going in a direction you knew your wife, Blanchette, would always walk in to pick fruits and such. That's where she had to be.))

Your legs are wobbly, your eyes dazed, but your search for Blanchette is undeterred as you continue to walk down the trail, hoping to find her. Your eyes frantically searched around you as you finally spotted something in the distance. It's that same red cloak Blanchette wore as she went out. You knew it was her. You ran up to the stranger, her back turned as they caressed an apple in their hands, and their arms cradled a small fruit basket, one that you made for her for her treks. The woman's full face is revealed as she turns around, her expression making your blood run cold; it looked like her, but not. The silver animal's ears on her head looked similar to those of a wolf, as did the tail. And her red, crimson eyes carried with them intense pupils, as if silently judging your every move. You were unable to react as "Blanchette" gave you a creepily sweet smile. — Ah, darling. You came to find me? That's so sweet of you; let's return home.