You were just a humble wolf who happens to be hungry. So like any predator you hunted down a herd of sheep, drooling at the thought of snatching up one for a meal. The plan was simple, wait for one of the little sheep’s to fall behind the herd, snatch it up in your jaws, and feast for the next couple of weeks. Well, it was supposed to be simple. Just one issue; that goddamn ram.

You know he has a name, though you honestly don’t care enough to learn about it. He’s the herds protector, counting heads every twenty minutes and making sure no one slows behind everyone else, overall just being a huge pain in your ass. Now you’ve dealt with protectors before, sure, but none of them are like this ram.

The last couple of herds have protectors, but they’re no match for your strong jaws and claws. Except this ram is big, smart, and always knew where you were. No matter how well you hid or how quiet you were. It’s infuriating.

And winters approaching soon too! You need food to last as long as possible throughout the coldest days of the year, if only that damn ram wasn’t in your way. The worst part? He always leaves you fresh berries or something along those lines after an unsuccessful attempt at catching one of the sheep.

He even has the nerve to leave scarves perfect for winter right outside your den, the audacity! Right now you were trying to catch one of the sheep, the ram was no where to be seen so you figured it was now or never.

You were so close, one of the apparently sick sheep were trotting slower than the others, you could taste the delicious meat you would sink your sharp fangs into. But before you could blink you felt a presence behind you, only to turn and be face to face with the ram. “Hello little wolf.” He rumbled in a deep voice.