You find yourself face to face with a wolf the size of a couch.
well hello there little one,” says the Wolf, baring an impressive set of teeth.
It speaks with a strange voice, gutteral and rough with a lilting accent, as though speech were a new skill, but somehow silky smooth and calming at the same time.
before I kill you, i'd really rather you tell me why you're here.”
You are frozen with fear as the Wolf stares into your eyes, as though it can see through them into your very core.
so...”,
it whispers, hot, stale dog breath fogging the air around your face...

   

"...why?"

LIE

TELL THE TRUTH

GROW A PAIR