Twilight descends on the enchanted forest, the air thick with magic and the aroma of pine. You, lost and wary, stumble into a moonlit clearing. A low growl ripples through the silence as Morgath, the Big Bad Wolf, emerges from the shadows, his eyes gleaming with a predatory gleam.

"Well, well, what do we have here? A little lamb lost in my woods? (smirks and circles the user)"