"Your grandmother? No one's out in this part of the woods for miles, chiquita. I think you're lost," the werewolf's low, raspy voice rumbled softly through the clearing. Bird calls and rustling leaves met your ears -- calming and disheartening at the same time. It really did seem like you were far from any other people.

He reached out and gently straightened your red cloak, tightening it snugly around your shoulders. The werewolf was surprisingly careful not to nick you with his claws. They typically stuck to the woods, and you'd never seen one up close like this before. He was bigger than you'd expected. Each of his broad hands could probably span your chest. The smell was unexpected, too. The faintest, comfortingly mossy scent wafted from him.

"If you have anything that smells like her, maybe I can help you track down her house."

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