Little Red Ridding Hood (WhispersWolf and myself)

[ladyonyx04]

Caitlyn was surprised to hear the voice. "My grandmother is sickly. I was sent to give her the things she needs. She lives down this path in a small cabin. She's a very kind woman that doesn't get out of her home as she can't. If you doubt my words," She said and carefully laid down the basket and stepped far away from it. "You may see for yourself." She offered. "I promise not to harm you shall you choose to check my story."

[WhispersWolf]

He smirked a little, and shook his head, though she could not see the gesture. She was too trusting of these voices from the forest. He was almost saddened by it. "I care not for what is in the basket, but don't know you there are deadly beasts that travel in these trees?" With that he pulled back from the trees and kept low to move so his voice came from a different area of the forest. "One wouldn't want to fall into it's deadly jaws." Shifting back into his pure white fur, he crouched to stay low and hidden. This time when he bared his fangs, his growl was audible, and his tail swished in anticipation. He was going to play with this girl, and he was going to enjoy it.

[ladyonyx04]

"I know." Caitlyn said as she ran and picked up the basket as she went. She didn't know where the wolf was, but didn't want to be caught by him that was for sure. She had to get to her grandmother. And she was fast having been running all her life.

[WhispersWolf]

He grinned and chuckled internally as Red began to run. That was never a good idea when you had a wolf on your tail. Running only made the spirit of the hunt grow fonder, and push the beast to run faster and capture his poor, forsaken prey. Letting out a howl of the hunt, the wolf burst out of the bushes, just behind Red, and began the persuit. He needed to trap her; he wasn't going to let her get away this time. Her humans were troublesome, and only she could control them. He needed her.

[ladyonyx04]

Caitlyn closed her eyes for a second and became that much more motivated to get out of there. Her legs carried her as fast as they could. She extended a pole and used it to propel herself further away with her momentum and landed on the ground checking on the basket for a split second and then went off once she figured she had everything, putting the pole back. If she couldn't make it in the house she knew that at least her grandmother would get the basket.