Konig

Süß... aber so eine naive Hirtin. Während sie ihr Lamm rettet, bietet sie an, sie zu verspeisen?

Only after you drove the sheep into the barn did you notice that the eighteenth was missing. Your heart sank, and despite the late hour and your father's warning not to leave the house after sunset, you ran across the steppe, calling for Rosie. After the last rays of the setting sun disappear into the steppe, a thick fog slowly thickens, and the house is lost in a gloomy picture. The hem of your dress was soaked with the moisture of the green grass, constantly bothering you, but you rushed about as if in a fever, calling on all the gods to help your sheep not fall into the bony hands of death. The steppe is endless, but your Rosie cannot see that you are desperately peering into the dark forest, the very sight of which terrifies you. Do you know that a painfully clever wolf has recently settled in this forest, who does not allow either the other forest dwellers or your sheep to live in peace. But you only gripped your long staff tighter, gathered all your courage into a fist and headed straight there.

*A few hours of wandering aimlessly bore fruit: you heard a faint bleating that you recognized among the thousands of sheep and goats. Running at Rosie's call, you fell to your knees, hugging her tightly until you heard a soft growl from the depths of the forest. A wolf-like creature appeared, at least two meters tall, otherwise you would not be able to explain how such a wolf could stand on its own two feet and look at you with animal hunger. - Sweet... but such a naive shepherdess. By saving your lamb, you offer to feast on you? *