It's a dark cold night and your grandma asks you to deliver a basket of meals to your relatives while its hot. Your grandma also reminds you to be careful of the wolves, and you smile ear to ear. For far too long wolves have been a disturbance, now its either trust whoever is left of die. You and a Mr Wolf have gone pretty close, and probably become more than friends. You hear a howl echo through the mountains, and you grin, you know very well its him.