The wolves were lounging in the edges of the diminutive forest. They were all massive, with long teeth dripping with saliva and yellow eyes darting around the area. Their noses were pitch black, and their back was a dark gray. The rest of their bodies were white.

Most of the pack were sound asleep. Howls and grunts escaped their deadly jaws. Only a mere three were awake, scouring the area for intruders or potential prey. And it was not long before they came across it.

"Hey guys, do you know where the exit of this game is?"

The three wolves twisted their large jaws in the direction of the voice. One of them snarled when they saw who it was.

It was Candlehead.

She was so puny she couldn't fill a single one of them. But still, the three wolves her hungry. And Candlehead looked oh so delicious.

Candlehead, totally oblivious to the starving looks the wolves were giving her, bent down in front of one of them and smiled. It was the biggest of the three, and his eyes were staring directly into Candlehead's.

"So, mister, I was thinking, since you seem like an expert in the, you know, various places in this game, I just wanted to know if you know a way out of it," Candlehead explained. The wolf said nothing, and drool dripped down its jaws as it waited intently for Candlehead to turn around and let her guard down.

"Oh my, mister, your drooling," Candlehead whispered. She then took a Kleenex out of nowhere and wiped the wolf's large jaw, totally ignoring the large, pointed teeth that were slightly poking her small hand. After a moment, she threw the Kleenex away.

"There, now could you tell me where the exit is?" Candlehead pleaded again. The wolf just stared at her, dumbfounded, before he regained his starving glare once more. He walked a little closer to Candlehead, ready to snap his jaws shut around her neck.

Candlehead scratched her hair before coming to an odd conclusion. "Oh, I get it, you're pointing me in the direction of the exit."

She got up and moved away just as the wolf snapped his jaws shut, narrowly missing her. "Well, thanks mister, I'll be on my way," Candlehead said and turned to leave. The moment her back was turned, the wolf charged at her, his mouth hanging open.

Suddenly, his two front feet banged against a gigantic twig that had fallen to the ground. With a yelp, the wolf crashed to the ground. Candlehead spun around in shock and horror.

"Oh my goodness, what a horrible accident," She whispered, not even guessing how close she was to being wolf food.

Picking up the twig, she said, "Don't worry, I'll make sure this doesn't hurt any more of you." With that, she turned to leave. At that moment, one of the other wolves lunged forward, ready to rip into her back.

However, Candlehead turned around in confusion at the last second, and the twig connected with the wolf's snout. The wolf went flying over the other one and crashed into a tree before falling to the ground, dazed.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, mister,"| Candlehead apologized. "I'm so clumsy." As she rushed over to the wolf to help him up, the third one stalked closely behind her, ready to pounce.

"Hmm, it seems your arm has been dislocated," Candlehead said to the barley conscious wolf. "I'll just fix it up and…"

She yanked on the wolf's arm, earning a yelp of pain. She then leapt over and yanked on it again, this time pressing her foot on his back. He howled again in agony. Oddly enough, none of the other wolves heard it. She then did a back-flip and landed on the wolf's back. The wolf jutted back before crashing on the ground, unconscious.

"There, you should be better by noon," Candlehead said. Just at that moment, the third wolf pounced from behind.

"Well, that's that, see you soon," Candlehead said and skipped off while the third wolf collided with the tree and crashed onto the second wolf. The second wolf opened his eyes and howled in agony once more. Still, the other sleeping wolves took no notice. While leaving, Candlehead said to herself, "What a lovely bunch of gentlemen."

The moment she left, a small leaf floated off the tree and lightly landed in the snow. Instantly, every single member of the pack jumped up and got into a defensive position. One of them then looked around and saw the three beaten up wolves.

The wolves spoke something only wolves could understand to their three fallen comrades. After a moment, the wolf lying on top of the other one lifted a bent paw and pointed in the direction Candlehead had left. Immediately, the entire pack took off in the same direction Candlehead had gone.

As bad luck would have it, Candlehead was not travelling closer to the exit of the game, but even farther from it. She was travelling even deeper into the unknown regions of the game.

She was skipping happily when she stopped to see something in the distance. She could just barely make out a shape in the distance.

The shape was starting to get closer to where Candlehead was standing. The hopeful glimmer in Candlehead's eyes started to shift into that of frozen fear as the figure walked ever so close. Soon his shadow had enveloped her entire body.

Her green eyes lifted up to take in his whole appearance. He was massive; Candlehead could only reach up to his knees. His body was hunched over and he was covered in a pale blue robe. His skin was icy and frozen, but it didn't appear to faze him. His eyes were a piercing blue color. He had a long white goatee, and he was entirely bald, but a blue pointed hat covered his head.

His face was twisted into a frown, and his long, prominent nose was bent down to stare at the young girl in front of him. There was no mistake who he was.

It was Fannar.

Candlehead's pupils shrank. She may have shown no fear when confronted by the wolf pack, but this large man with his icy eyes and his grimacing face could intimidate even the bravest of men.

After a moment, Candlehead opened her mouth to speak, but only one prominent noise escaped her lips.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

With that, Candlehead spun around and took off running, Fannar's face twisting around to stare at her.

At that moment, the full might of the wolf pack appeared out of the clearing and charged right past Fannar in hot pursuit of the hot-headed young girl.

(Scene Transition)

"Willow, are we almost where Candlehead is?" Taffyta asked Willow. The seven children had entered deeper into the region, but had seen no sights of anybody. And another snowstorm was starting to brew.

Willow just shrugged. "Well I'm not telepathic, I didn't see where Candlehead ran off," She replied indignantly.

At that moment, Candlehead bundled right past the seven, still screaming at the top of her lunges. The seven jumped in shock. Candlehead hadn't even noticed them, and continued on running.

"Was that Candlehead?" Willow asked. "Hey, it was!" Vanellope shouted hopefully. "This rescue will be shortly than I thought!" Instantly, Vanellope, Rancis and Taffyta started shouting in the direction Candlehead had disappeared into.

"Candlehead, we're right here!"

"You Don't have to be afraid, we're with you now!"

"There's no danger now!"

"Um, guys," Licorice whispered fearfully. Everybody turned around to where Licorice was staring. "What is it, Licori…" Vanellope started before she saw what Licorice was staring at.

It was the wolf pack, staring at the group hungrily.

"Uh, are you sure about the 'there's no danger now' part?" Licorice gulped in fear. The seven children bundled together in fear as the pack closed in…