The Wolf travels far and wide, hungry. He always appears through a window, whether there is a wall for it to be attached to or not, a large arched window that he unlatches and pushes open, before climbing in to speak with whoever lies on the other side. He curls his left hand into a fist and raises his index and middle finger on his right, and using those two fingers he taps, three times on the back of his fist.

            'Tap, tap, tap.' It's a ritual, his warning that he is present, and about to ask his question.

            "Tell me a story." He asked She With Two Different Eyes. She licked her paw in response, rubbing her face as she eyed the boy.

            "Interesting choice to come to me, did 'He Who Wears A Cardboard Crown' scare you off from ever asking him again. You know he's been asking about you." The Wolf shivers and the fickle cat laughs at his response, stretching before sitting up and staring him down.

            "I've a nice story for you. Once upon a time, a blue jay came to me, assuming me a dealmaker like my master, and not a predator like my blood. He was riddled with strife, and willing to lash out on seemingly whoever I pointed him towards. I convinced him to tell me what led to this rage fueled mania, and he explained, his wife was taken by a dog. His first hatched was gotten by a lawn mower, his second had eaten an avocado skin, his third was eaten by a snake, and his fourth never hatched and after its siblings had been taken a cruel wind pushed it out of the nest and onto the awaiting pavement.

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            The bird begged of me to do something, and I am not certain he even knew what he wanted exactly, he just craved pain. And so, I gave it to him. I consumed that blue jay in two seconds flat.

            See, an evil being, does not need a complicated plan to be evil, it does not have to connive, plot, or scheme. They can do something evil in seconds, evil can come from the simplest actions, and have the simplest, almost expected, outcomes. And while I don't often crave bird, that outcome was rather delicious." The cat chuckled to herself, before her head snapped off in a direction and she scampered off. Having heard enough, The Wolf climbed back through his window.  

            The End, for now

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