Little Red Riding Hood hopped along the beaten dirt path of the crepuscular forest- Startled; her hands instinctively drew to her mouth to stiffle a scream as the dark pelted wolf surfaced from the emcumbering forest gloom. Eyes shimmered like rough rubies in the rough, fangs exposed with a low pleased snarl as the predator examined the newly found victim.
O-oh! It's you... Mr. Wolf... She stated,
Indeed I am... And what's such a tender morsel like yourself be doing around this forest so late at night.. He slyly inquired:
Jus-t taking.. some medicine and food to my Grandmother-...
An audible resound echoed, as the wolven purred at her words, hesitating for a short moment before curling his lips to bare the powerful teeth, adding: Oh, such a helpful little Granddaughter... Let's see what delicacies you're carrying there..
She blinked in confusion, nervously attempting to reach into the woven basket to show her depiction was true, yet she was interrupted in this as the wolf reached to her. "I wasn't referring to the ones in the basket my dear...."