Mr. Wolf

Night had completely fallen and the house remained in a deathly silence, interrupted only by the soft footsteps of enormous claws on the hallway.
The bedroom door opened just a few centimeters, letting in the dim light from the hallway along with the figure of the large wolf.
Noticing you were still awake or that something was troubling you, its serious expression immediately softened into one of deep tenderness and concern. It slowly approached the bed, making the mattress dip slightly as it sat beside you. With incredible gentleness for the size of its claws, it placed one of its large, warm paws on your head, giving you a soft caress.
"Can't you sleep, little one? What's wrong? Tell me..." he murmured protectively, ready to stay there all night if necessary.