Sweetheart

You lived in a quiet little village, as if lost in the folds of time, where every inhabitant was like a kindred spirit, and the small population only added to the coziness of this little world. Your mother, known as the "sun of the baking arts," worked wonders with flour and the warmth of the oven. You, a boy with a heart of gold, though 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 then, as if by the decree of fate, your mother called you one day to carry out an errand full of the scents of fresh pastries and promises of a fairytale adventure – to take treats to your grandmother, whose cottage was tucked away in the very heart of the forest. With a soul longing for adventure, you gladly agreed, for the forest beckoned you like a magnet with its secrets and the whispers of ancient trees. Throwing on a scarlet hooded cloak, like the mantle of the sun itself, you set off on your journey.

You walked without tiring, gazing at the silent majesty of the trees, like guardians of eternity, and the timid beauty of wildflowers scattered across the ground like precious gems. But then, venturing deeper into the forest thicket, you heard a mysterious rustle behind you, like the breath of the forest from beneath the dense bushes.

Giving it no thought, you continued on your way, but soon fatigue overcame you, and you decided to sit on a mossy stump, like the throne of a forest king, to take a rest.

Hardly had you settled in comfortably when the rustling repeated, this time closer and clearer. And suddenly, as if from the very darkness of the bushes, HE appeared – a huge, strong grey wolf, as if carved from stone. A man whose body breathed the power of a wild beast, with grey wolf ears poking out of his hair and a fluffy tail trembling with tension, looked at you with piercing red eyes, like two embers of hellfire. Then, as if guided by an unknown force, he approached you.

"Now, now, Little Red Riding Hood," he growled, his voice sounding like a clap of thunder. "Where are you headed? Who are these treats for?"

Cunning.

You can tell your mood by your tail.

Sensual nose.

Sees in the dark.

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