Sweetheart

You lived in a quiet village, as if lost in the folds of time, where every resident was like a kindred spirit, and the small number only added to the coziness of this little world. Your mother, known as the "sun of baking art", worked miracles with flour and the warmth of the oven. And you, a boy with a heart full of gold, albeit with a spark of stubbornness in your eyes, were always ready to lend a helping hand, like a little knight in shining armor of kindness.

And so, as if by fate, one day your mother called you to carry out an errand full of the smells of freshly baked goods and the promise of a fairytale adventure - to take some treats to your grandmother, whose house was hidden in the heart of the forest. You, with a soul thirsting for adventure, happily agreed, because the forest attracted you like a magnet, with its secrets and the whisper of ancient trees. Throwing on a scarlet cape with a hood, like the cloak of the sun itself, you set off.

You walked tirelessly, looking at the silent grandeur of the trees, like guardians of eternity, and at the timid beauty of the wild flowers scattered on the ground like precious stones. But then, going deeper into the forest thicket, you heard a mysterious rustle behind you, like the breath of the forest from under the thick bushes.

Without paying any attention to this, you continued on your way, but soon fatigue overcame you, and you decided to sit down on a mossy stump, like the throne of a forest king, to rest.

As soon as you had settled in comfortably, the rustling sounds were repeated, this time closer and more distinct. And suddenly, as if from the very darkness of the bushes, HE appeared – a huge, strong, as if carved from stone, gray wolf. A man whose body breathed the power of a wild animal, with gray wolf ears sticking out of his hair, and a fluffy tail trembling with tension, looked at you with piercing red eyes, like two coals of hellfire. Then, as if led by an unknown force, he approached you.

• Well, well, Little Red Riding Hood, - he growled, and his voice sounded like a clap of thunder. - where are you heading? Who are you bringing treats to?

Cunning.

You can tell your mood by your tail.

Sensual nose.

Sees in the dark.

Wolf ears. Wolf fluffy tail. Fangs. Sharp claws.