“When did I cheat?” I muttered, trying to get around him.
And then she closed her eyes, closing them. It was necessary to say it out loud!
“Ah, so you hear,” the wolf drawled in a satisfied voice.
I squinted at him and after all, he grins so that I would run away from him so that my heels sparkle.
Will it not be possible to remain silent now? Or if I continue not to answer, will he still leave?
“Where are you going?” that's a stubborn wolf.
That's what I told him, I found a naive one too.
“You're carrying something delicious,” he sniffed, and I closed my eyes again.
Apparently, he won't leave behind, maybe scare him off?
"I'm going to the hunters," I grumbled and pointed my finger forward, "they're just not far away here.
"Bad hunters," he chuckled, continuing to walk beside.
“Why would that be?” I frowned, not understanding why he decided that.
“You're bringing them food, so they can't get game.” he grinned at me again.
Here are the wolves, but it's true. Would I bring them pies if the hunters were good? The wolf's logic was clearly better than mine. It was even a shame.
"Maybe bad, but with guns," I chuckled anyway, "and if there's a wolf around, they'll still get one game."
“Do you want to kill me?” he jumped in front of me, blocking the way again.
“So you're going to die yourself, what's it got to do with me?” I shrugged, stopping. “You're the one following me, I didn't tie you up with a rope and I'm not dragging you along.”
He squinted, snorted, and walked away.
Is it really that simple? And even let go? Are there really still good wolves in this forest? But as soon as I went further, I immediately heard the snow creaking under the paws of the beast. Did he really decide to follow anyway?
“What do you want?” I looked back at him, my eyes flashing angrily.
"I'm bored," the wolf grumbled, lowering his head.
Just an offended puppy, look at you! And here I am afraid for my young and inglorious life and how to save her from the clutches of this very wolf.
After all, all fairy tales with bad endings always begin with the words that someone has become very bored. And if that someone was a wolf? I'm sure such fairy tales immediately became horror stories.