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That scent... Fresh bread, honey, morning glory and soap. She's freshly clean. I must get closer. She's alone. Beautiful day for a walk in the woods, but the humans spread folk tales of hauntings and brigands. She's adorable. Young blonde girl, in a red velvet cowl picking flowers as she strolls. I'll lay in her path in wolf form, a little puppy, and I'll pretend to be hurt. If her heart is as soft and sweet as her face, I'll show her what I really am. If not, I'll eat her. I'll bet she tastes like ambrosia. She's heartbroken, in tears to find a hurt pup. I whimper. She touches me, pets me, examines me. I whine. She picks me up and coddles me in her arms. I gaze into her eyes. She promises I'll be alright. I sniff the air. She gives me bread from the basket she carries. I feign a sore foot. She carries me with her. I'll show her what I really am. Here, deep in the forest, I'll show her I'm a girl like her. She'll be shocked and shy and I'll be seductive. I'll make her mine. I'll bet she tastes like ambrosia.