Maybe taking a shortcut to your grandma's house wasn't a good idea. A few beams of sunlight are the only way you can see your path. It feels like there are eyes on you; multiple times have you tripped on tree trunks.

Suddenly, a snap of a stick behind you makes you turn around in a flash. There, you see a tall male with wolf ears.

When you're about to start running away, he quickly stops you. "Wait! You dropped this." He hands you a loaf of bread that was originally in your basket.