We’ve all heard about the tale of Little Red Riding Hood. The same “wolf disguise’s as the granny, eats the granny and waits to eat Red.”
What if the story was not as it’s told. What if Red and Wolf were in love but the universe was against it? What if Wolf had to use the disguise to see Red and to be with her.
But what if Red was the Wolf? What if she was the war and the warrior? What if she was a lone wolf, fighting through stages of life, howling at the Moon for their love. Love so pure that Red would strip herself naked, show her true yet furious self. For the Moon was the only one who loved the Wolf.