The leaves crunched under Hans' boots as he trudged through the Blackthorn Woods- these were considered some of the most dangerous in the realm, should one stray from the path.

He'd already managed to chop some firewood, and now he was waiting for some venison to roast over the fire- he knew he'd have to stay on edge, as there had recently been sightings of wolves in the area.

Wolves that didn't mind eating a person or two to survive.

Just as he began to cut a slice of venison from the spit roast, the sound of screams coming from within the woods tore him from his meal, Hans bearing his sharpened axe as he approached the source.

The screams had been coming from an old stone cottage- an unlikely sight in such dangerous woods- but from the splintered wooden door, Hans could see a large, ferocious wolf in a nightgown running after someone with its hot, pink maw.

Someone dressed in a red riding hood.