You take a sharp, deep breath and think your situation through. It wouldn't dare actually attack you, it would have your entire town after it. If it's intelligent enough to speak, surely it would know this. This sudden knowledge lends you the courage to spit in the face of all logic and common sense. You scoff at the Wolf.

“Hah. Fuck off,” you say dismissively, as though the humongous wolf were simply a puppy begging for table scraps. You step to the side and attempt to brush past it, but you're almost instantly held back by a humongous paw. You panic and struggle for a moment, before noticing a strange wheezy sound. The Wolf is... laughing?

 

 

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