The wolf stepped towards Rachel, slowly, deliberately. He was beautiful; almost entirely silver except for his face, which was framed by dark gray fur. Of course, that wasn’t what Rachel was primarily concerned with at the moment. She was too worried about being alone in the woods with a wolf to notice how pretty the wolf was.

Rachel stepped back. As the wolf came closer her breath became faster and faster, harder and harder, until finally she drew in a deep breath and got ready to scream.

“Hush” said the wolf, in a low, gravelly voice.

He cocked his head to the side and sniffed the air. Suddenly he turned his head to his left and growled.

“The lion. Come on” the wolf said.

“What? What’s going on?” asked Rachel

“Come on!”

The wolf turned and started jogging away. Rachel followed as quickly as she could. As she ran, it suddenly occurred to her that a freaking wolf had just spoken to her.