Disclaimer: Unfortunately, we don't own him. But oh my God, if we did...wow.
After slaying the vicious Dracula slash bat monster-esque type thingy, the large black wolf howled at the moon. As the final tolls of midnight rang out across the desolate landscape of ice and evil, Carl shouted ,"Now Anna! Before it's too late!"
The ridiculously sexy gypsie princess Anna ran towards to wolf, bearing a suggestively large syringe. The wolf, seeing he was about to be attacked by this beauty, charged. He knocked her over and Carl, thinking her dead and too late to save his friend, took out the silver stake that he had been given for this very outcome.
"God forgive me." he said sadly, and followed Anna's footsteps in a charge towards the beast. The wolf turned and Carl screamed like a little girl, until he noticed there was an intelligence in the creature's eyes that had not been there before. The beast looked down at his chest which now had an empty syringe embedded in it. Carl skidded to a halt.
They both looked towards the fallen princess, thinking the worst what with her open unblinking eyes and still body. But alas! It was not to be, for she suddenly coughed and sat up. She looked at the wolf who was morphing back into his ripped sexy-ass shirtless self.
The two stared at each other in cliched devotion before engaging in what this generation calls a serious snog.
Carl cleared his throat loudly and said," Can we go back now? I'm freezing my holy genius ass off."
The entangled pair did not notice him or even register his existence. He left in a huff.
A/N: Then guess what happened... ;)