Deep in the forest, trees competed with each other for height, forcing some of the sunlight to end its journey before reaching the forest floor. On the green grass below, sunlight twinkled in scattered dots. In this huge, thick forest, there was a woman and a wolf, hunting for hares and gathering some blueberries.
"What happened to him?" the woman asked while plucking berries from one of the wild bushes.
The wolf stared at her in confusion but looked away after a moment, continuing to sniff the ground.
"I asked you a question. What happened to him?" she asked again, her voice even softer, a bright smile on her face.
"What do you mean?" the wolf's voice was cold as he raised his head.
"I know you look down upon humans, but I just want to know what happened to him for you to take care of him," she said, still plucking berries from the bush, not giving him a glance.
The forest became silent. The wolf broke it. "If I didn't talk back, would you think I was an ordinary wolf?" he questioned.
"No. And why are you dodging the question I asked you, Fang?" she said, moving to the next bush.
"Why do you say no?" Fang asked, acting confused.
"Simple. A wolf's heart is kinder than yours can ever be," she replied, standing from her knees with the basket of berries in her hand.
"So, if I said I would eat you right now, you would think I am kind?" the wolf said, shocked. He stepped closer. "Tell me, woman, will it be the kindest thing I can ever do to you?" he asked, enraged, staring into her eyes.
"I am a seven-foot-tall wolf. Do you really want to get on my nerves right now?" he growled, his feet digging into the soil.
"Try your best," she replied childishly. The wolf growled, his teeth becoming more visible with each passing second.
"I'll go hunt for the hare. You continue gathering that trash," he said, then stormed into the forest, vanishing into the trees.
Why doesn't this wolf want to tell me what happened to Alex? she thought, continuing to pick berries.