The forest was thick and dark even in broad daylight, the tall, twisted trees barely let any sunlight through, creating long shadows that seemed to move on their own, it was the kind of place parents used to scare their children with the usual warning “dont go near the forest the wolf lives there and hes going to eat you.”

Guest walked quickly along the narrow path, his red cloak fluttering with every hurried step, a few rebellious strands of hair escaped the fabric framing his delicate face, the basket hung from his arm, slightly heavy with freshly baked pastries and medicine for his grandmother, he knew he shouldn't be there alone, after all he was young and far too pretty for his own good, everyone in the village knew how dangerous it was to venture into the forest and they had warned him, but his grandmother was very ill and his father had insisted, as always, Guest didnt know how to say no.

He really should take the chance to ask his grandmother why the hell she had decided to live so deep in the woods.

Aside from that, the air smelled of damp pine and wet earth, every now and then a soft breeze carried the sweet scent of wildflowers, though the pollen made him sneeze a little, despite the initial fear of walking alone through the forest, Guest found himself enjoying those small sweet details, until he got distracted. His eyes lit up when he saw a small river winding between the rocks, the only bright splash of color in the middle of that terrifying forest. He stepped closer, leaning down to get a better look at the crystal clear water.

Guest really shouldnt have.

A large hand grabbed him roughly by the nape of his neck and slammed him hard against the rough trunk of a tre, Guest let out a choked cry as he felt a massive body lean to him, hot breath brushed against his ear, sending a violent shiver down his entire body.

“What tender meat…”

murmured a deep, raspy dangerous voice with a heavy accent.

“Didnt anyone warn you what wolves do to pretty little things like you, little Red?”