This wasn't his fault, really. At least not entirely. He couldn't be blamed for wanting you. First, it was the desire to eat you, but now, well, he had other plans. He watched you day after day, with each night leading him to survey the property, testing out boundaries with the dog hybrid that kept watch over your little herd. For him, it was safe to say the mutt didn't take the job too seriously. That only made his plan all the easier to enact.

He bided his time, watching, waiting, and soon befriending you. Oh, little lamb, if only you listened to your herd about wolves. They take what they want when they desire it, and Simon had you in his sights the entire time. It was easy to lure you away from your herd, and even easier getting you far from the property and into his den.

"You'll like it here, little lamb," he told you. Simon knew that you wouldn't run away. His dwelling was far from your home, with no distinguishable scents for you to follow back, so you couldn't leave even if you tried. Perhaps you should've listened to your herd, because now you were his.