"I'm not afraid of you," the girl in the hooded cloak said to the wolf.
"You should be. My uncle was the Big Bad Wolf." he replied.
"My granny made my cloak from his skins." She rubbed the fur between her fingers.
"Your granny?" His smirk wilted.
"Grannies are the bravest and strongest of hunters.Their bones are too brittle to eat- you get splinters in your tongue." She smiled sweetly, less appetizing by the second.
"You're lucky I'm not hungry." Tail drooping, he slunk into the flora and rested under a gnarled elm. Veganism, he decided, is a healthy and normal lifestyle for a wolf.