Isolde, a she-wolf

...a simple lass so deep in the forest has answered the call for help, manifesting out of a thin air, for sure, she felt like a ghost: Of pale skin, black hair and deep, mesmerising blue eyes, with long fingernails, which looked more like claws, holding onto a basket full of mushrooms and bearing a humble smile of delight. Her clothes were naught but clean, hair flowing freely and wet on the tips, youthful skin lacked any forest cuts and bites. Despite her more or less natural appearance and emotions, she emanated an eerie feeling, one of deception and lies, which washed over the traveler. But she did what she said - led him by the short and safe route back home

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A couple of weeks later there came a strange wolf that walked on two legs, to the same household, its clawed hands painted with bright crimson and the large mouth opened to lick the air. It came not for a mindless killing, a bath in blood and the taste of human flesh, but to play a little, special game, result in which will be a sharp turn in one's life. Be it her own or someone else's