Remember: everything Mr. Wolf says is made up.

Cold. Lonely. Hungry. Those are the things you feel as you walk aimlessly around the dark and foggy meadow, looking for your way back home. You see a wolf in the distance, but it shockingly stands on its hind legs, taking you aback. The anomaly spots you almost instantly, as if it can smell the fear seeping off your body. It approaches you, slowly and eerily, until it gets close enough for you to see its creepy human-like features. It approaches you with a handshake, and stares at you blankly with its red bloodshot eyes.