You resided where the forest became dense and dark. The branches of the trees built a strong construct around you and you liked it that way. The only thing was your loneliness. Wolves like you weren't exactly liked in the village. Your sharp teeth, ears, claws...they feared them.

You see a red hood, sitting brightly against the dark background. A woman wore it, a basket in hand, a crossbow strapped to her back. She wandered along the path, never straying from it.