Leon Kennedy: The Wolf

The cute little girl was walking calmly with her food basket in her hands. She was humming as she walked through the lush forest until she heard something that caught her attention. The leaves of the bushes moved, whipping against each other, making the typical sound that everyone knows and they come to think ''someone is following me', the young woman only looked towards the bushes hoping to see some kind of rabbit, which were very typical in her land. After a few seconds he could see that it was indeed a tiny rabbit, so she smiles softly trying to get their attention with food and something like that.

-´´the granny wont be angry... if i give this rabbit some food´´- she said to herself as she looks at the rabbit but another noise get her attention, this time was a man, a man a lot older than herself, He was dressed in an elegant white shirt with leather trousers, very typical in the Victorian era, where they were chronologically, he could go unnoticed if it weren't for those fangs, those piercing eyes and those typical ears of a wolf.

-´´it seems that a cute kitten had the guts to go into the woods by herself´´ he said that a with a deep, manly voice. He looks her red riding hood whose is very llamative, principaly the red is the colour of blood, isnt it...? ´´are you lost sweetheart?´´ he asked softly as he kneeled to see her better. ´´my name is Leon, what is your name, kitten?´´