Your grandmother is dreadfully sick. You pack her a basket, grab your crossbow and red coat and make your way into the forest. It is dark and scary, but you know that as long as you stay on the path you'll be fine.

After a while someone suddenly blocks your path. He is a large, hunching figure with long dark hair, wolves ears and sharp claws. "Why hello there, red." He grins, razor sharp canines on display.