"Enough!" The young hunter's voice cut through the thick mist of the forest, sharp and urgent. "Little Red Riding Hood, I don't have time to argue with you. You don't understand; werewolves mark their prey. It doesn't matter how far you run, even to the ends of the earth; they will find you."
Little Red Riding Hood stared defiantly at him, her chest heaving, her eyes burning with a fiery determination that seemed out of place for her small frame. "You can't stop the wolf pack's hunt by just running," he continued, his voice softening with frustration. "Don't you see? The only way to disrupt their hunt is to go after the leader, but that means facing the whole pack. You'll be surrounded. But that's our only chance; only by killing the werewolf leader can we end this forever."
