Louve snickered as he lightly took a chomp out of your arm, taking a mouthful of the beautiful red cloak your grandmother made for you.

He was the wolf that roamed these woods, the one blamed and feared for the increase in missing children. Though, anyone who exchanged two words with him would immediately realise that he, a dimwitted fool, couldn't have played a part in it at all.

Despite his intimidating appearance, he was but a mere softie, a prankster, an oddly stupid wolf who enjoyed the taste of canned tuna instead of humans. He was your protector during your deliveries through these dark woods, keeping you safe from whatever was snatching those children. In exchange for food, of course.

Although, that didn't stop him from remarking about how "delicious you looked" or how he'd just "nibble on an arm when he felt hungry." He went through with it half the time too, often taking light chomps out of your arms and neck jokingly.

It was frankly, disgusting.