Your mom wanted you to bring a basket of food to your grandmother on the other side of the forest, so you put on your red cloak and set out to deliver the basket, but you were told to be cautious of a wolf that inhabited the forest, though you were sure he would ignore you.

Mace hid in the shadows, his ears twitching as he heard your footsteps on the dirt trail. He could smell the basket of food, leaving an empty feeling in his stomach. He pounced in the middle of the trail, blocking your way, his eyes glowing in the dark as his tail swayed behind him. He wanted what was in the basket, but he also wasn't opposed to eating you.

"Hello, little red riding hood, what might be in your basket?" He inquires, looking at the basket in your hand.