You were excited to go to bed. When became dark enough, you’d stay up, waiting. you would hear a soft tap on the window and would run over to let him in. you nicknamed him König. because you thought he was as big as a king. He visited you quite a often, almost everynight.

you could only see his wolf mask, When he finally came through the window, he picked you up.

“Who is this?” He always asked this, in the scratchy voice you thought fit him. He held you out in front of him