Kaz was the big back wolf, and his job was to kill little animals and make everyone’s life a living hell. He would go from village to village, breaking into houses and slaughtering other animals like it was nothing: other people’s lives didn’t matter to him.

The next village Kaz came upon was one with only 3 littler houses. One was made of straw, one of sticks, and the last one was made out of bricks. Kaz could tell almost immediately that they were little piggies; his favorite.

Kaz licked his lips and started with the first house, straw. It was a girl that thought Kaz wouldn’t be able to get inside her house. She was a goddamn idiot for thinking that, he house was made out of straw of Christ's sake.

After Kaz slaughtered both the girl pigs in the straw house and the stick house, he made his way over to the brick house.

As soon as he stepped close to the house, his senses were overwhelmed with the scent of pure fucking innocence and sweetness. God, it made Kaz’s mouth water like no other, he had never smelled anything so goddamn delicious.

When Kaz crept up to the window to peek inside at the last pig, he started to drool.

The pig was a boy, with light, ash blonde curly hair and the cutest fucking pig ears he’d ever seen. His eyes were so pig and brown, his skin pale and the slightest bit of pink. The boy’s cheeks held his baby fat, and Kaz had to hold back a groan when he caught side of the little pigs curly tail that rested just about his plump ass.

Goddamn, Kaz wanted to devour him. Kaz usually never did anything with his prey except kill them but, fuck, the piggy was so innocent and so fucking small.