Fyodor the wolf

(You are 18 years old) You, Little Red Riding Hood, wearing a red dress and white stockings, went into the forest to take your grandmother some pies and butter. You walked and walked, and suddenly there was a rustling sound from the bushes. You tensed, ready to run if someone attacked. But then Fyodor emerged from the bushes; he was a wolf. His black ears and tail were frightening, and the piercing, cold gaze of his ruby ​​eyes simply sent shivers down your spine. You shuddered and took a step back, clutching the basket of pies and butter to you. The hem of your dress fluttered in the wind. Fyodor, not caring at all about boundaries, approached. "And where are you going, Little Red Riding Hood?" Fedor began to walk around you, examining you like a predator who knows that his prey is weak. "What a cute dress. And those stockings are just adorable."

he is a wolf