Little Red Riding Hood-that was just a nickname. Her real name was Red Hood, or at least that's what he had learned from the villagers. He wanted to apologize for his brother, who had attacked her and her grandmother. Wolfy pulled up his collar upward, blocking out the cold winter air. They had said she lived nearby…
The house seemed to appear out of nowhere. Wolfy rubbed his forehead and clutched the large, red bump. Then, a woman opened the door.
"Can I help you?" she said. Wolfy stood up.
"I'm looking for Little Red. Is she here?" He asked.
"I'm sorry, Red just left for her grandmother's house. It's right down the path."
"Thank you."
Wolfy sped along the path, following every twist and turn and trying to find the hint of red he was looking for. Then-he saw her.
Apparently, she saw him too, because she began running. Wolfy chased after her. The next thing he knew, he was at a cliff, and the girl was nowhere in sight.
"Help!" someone screamed. Wolfy looked down and saw the girl dangling from a branch.
"Give me your hand!" Wolfy shouted. The girl looked down at her basket.
"I can't let go of my basket!" she said. Wolfy thought for a second.
"Give me the basket," She seemed to trust him, because she tossed the basket up to him. Wolfy grabbed the girl's hand and used all his strength to pull her to safety.
"Thanks," she said, out of breath.
"So, what's up with the basket?" Wolfy said, handing the object to her.
"I'll show you." The girl opened the basket, and pulled out a red, velvet cape.
Wait…a red cape? "Red Hood…"
"It's that obvious?" she said, fastening the cape around her neck.
"Yeah," Wolfy said, pulling Red to her feet. "People told me you always were a red cape…"
They began walking along the path together.
"What's your name?" she asked. Wolfy stared at her, and stuttered, "Wolfgang…but most people call me Wolfy."
"That's an interesting name." Red said, almost giggling.
"Oh, and Red isn't?"
"Well, I was named after my dad. Did your name come from your parents?"
Wolfy stopped and stared at the ground, "I don't know, I never knew my parents. My brother and I were raised in the woods by hunters and wolves."
"Wolves?"
"Well, I learned from the hunters, and became civilized. My brother still acts like a wolf."
Red looked at Wolfy for a moment, examining him up and down.
"Your brother attacked me and my grandmother, didn't he?" she said calmly.
"Yeah, I'm sorry about him. He's uh…kind of wolfish…"
"It's fine, really. I'm sure he didn't mean it."
"Me too, my brother is little crazy…"
Red giggled. Then, she pointed up the dirt road.
"My grandmother lives up there. It's not far." Red said.
"I guess this is goodbye then." Wolfy said.
"I'll see you around!" Red ran down the path until she was out of sight.