A decade had passed since The Incident.

"People in town… don’t like to remember it much. Not even the hunter whom saved me, it seems. I think he’s ashamed he didn’t get to me sooner. But the damage had been done. G’ma… well, at least she’s at peace. As for me… well, obviously, I lived. The story we tell outsiders is that of a huge mangy wolf that gobbled people up. But we here all know it was a rogue werewolf who had plagued our woods.

"However, while I was rescued from being torn to shreds, it seems that when I was bitten by the beast, it’s traits were passed unto me. And while I don’t spend my time in the woods tearing people to shreds, it is out town’s little secret. The lovely, sought after Lil’ Red of this village becomes a beast at night, and runs off with the willo’ whisps.

"A decade has passed, and I have lived with this curse, bestowed with a wolf’s fangs.

"And I have grown to like it."