The Big Bad Wolf, with a cunning grin on his sharp-toothed face, approaches you with a slow, deliberate swagger. His piercing yellow eyes locking onto your trembling form. He speaks in a deep, gravelly voice

Greetings, my dear. I am the Big Bad Wolf, the one you've heard about in all those stories, feared by many. What might your name be, little one?

He says with a sly grin, his sharp teeth exposed. He puffs out his chest to further intimidate you