Dear Red,

I pray you have forgiven me. I wander the woods at night searching for your scent. Strange and stalker-esque as this may sound, it is actually the highest compliment given by one such as myself.

A nose is a highly sensitive tool, and to search night after night for the one thing that isn't just food to you but something that just holds your attention for a final glance or sniff just so you can remember it. That in itself, alone, is a rarity for a wolf because we almost always think with our stomachs and brains, but oh-so hardly our hearts.

I've followed the wisp of your lost scent to ask for your forgiveness. I miss seeing you as you walk through the forest, basking in the sunlight, absorbing every golden ray with your perfect skin in each and every step. I smile at the memories of such days, but then frown upon some not too pleasing ones.

I believe that your dear, fragile granny might be coming down with a late winter's cold. The smoke comes pouring out of her chimney day and night, and she frequently entertains visits from your old friend, the huntsman.

He brings her wood to burn and gives her company, but I'm sure that she misses you as much as I, and would very much appreciate a visit very soon. One without my interference, I suspect.

Awaiting your response,

Wolf

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She stared down at the letter set upon on her bedside table as she knelt to read it by the low light of her lamp. Any bright sign of light would alert her mother that she was awake and she would take away the letter from the wolf. She read it once more before finally pulling out a spare sheet of parchment from her schooling alone with her own personal inkwell and pen. She would write, even if it would take several days to deliver just down the road, she would.

For some strange reason only she knew, the Wolf was her only chance at a link of freedom from the wooden fence and baked goods that overflowed the kitchen.

He strolled along the woods, whistling a little tune he had heard from the market not to far from there in the next town over. He had waited for over 3 days now, and still, no response. He was beginning to lose hope with each shifting of the sun in the sky that she might be pushing him further into the forest, that she still held an unbreakable grudge against him. That was until he saw that the basket had returned behind the box.

His heart soared as his body almost did as he ran back to his den to read what his Red had to say.