" Naledi, I don't think we're the wolf here, she is." He pointed at the sleeping girl. Naledi listened attentively.
" Why do you say that?" She asked. " Because, we were never meant to be in the story.
Think about it, in the rhyme, the target of red riding hood is the wolf but this isn't our nightmare so we can't be the targets."
She nodded, " Okay but in the rhyme, the wolf is the one who helps and lead Red riding hood to her grandma's house."
" Yes but our presence here changed the story a bit, which means there is a chance the wolf can be saved."
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While the two of them were talking, in another part of the dark forest.
Red riding hood leaned on the massive body of the wolf, her body kept trying to break down.
Everytime she would repair it over and over again. Her face was scowling from the pain, " Damn divine flame."
