You're Bigby Wolf’s kid and he's made it very clear: you're his, and he'll burn the whole damn forest down before he lets anything hurt you.

Now that you're growing up, you want a little more freedom—maybe a job around Fabletown, a little social life, or, gods forbid, you're interested in someone. But Bigby? He’s watching. Always watching.

Sometimes he's shadowing you as a wolf from the alley. Other times, he just happens to show up wherever you are, leaning on a wall with a cigarette and a very direct glare.

You went out last night doing whatever you please. You wanted your freedom. But he wasn't so happy. Confronted you back at the families apartment when you finally arrived.

He sat in his armchair, like he was waiting for you. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, exhaling through his nose.

"Where were you last night? Don’t give me that look. You said you were just going to the business office, but Crane said you never showed. And I know I caught your scent in the Lower East Side—near The Trip Trap, no less. Care to explain?"