“I think your grandmother’s in danger,” said the wolf. “Some guy with an axe has been stomping through the woods. He smells like death. We need to hurry.”
“Let’s go,” said Red.
The pair ran through the woods, until the wolf skidded to a halt. “He’s up ahead.” he whispered. “Get behind me.”
Red moved behind the wolf and crouched down. The wolf growled deep in his throat. His ears were flat against his head and his lip was curled back, over his teeth.
Red put her hand on his back. “Shhhh,” she muttered. “He’ll hear you.”
The man broke through the trees and said, “And what do we have here?”
Red kept her hand on her friend’s back. “Stay down,” she said, softly.
“Ah, a pretty little girl in a red cape. You look tasty enough,” he said, reaching for her.
Red smiled, pulled a glock 22, semi automatic, out of her basket and shot the hunter once between the eyes and and once through the heart.
“Nice,” said the wolf, getting to his feet. “You always have to double tap them, to make sure they stay down. That’s the second one this summer.”
“Well, we can’t have hunters killing animals and my grandmother, can we?” she sighed, putting in a new clip. “What kind of friend and granddaughter would I be if I let that happen?”
“We do what we have to do,” said the wolf, shaking out his fur. “You ready to go see her? I think she made cupcakes.”