The family was having breakfast around the table in the kitchen, the sun was shining it’s warm and crisp morning light through the windows and casting the old cracked wooden table in a warm yellowy tone. The children were enjoying their little breakfast items in a chaotic but cozy fashion. Toast crumbs and orange juice spills covering the surface of the table. A strong and dark aroma of coffee insisted in the room, providing joy to the parents and slight irritation to the youth. The whole family seemingly enjoying the meal together around the table, everyone still quite keeping to their own plates and cups, chipping away at their own tasks, allowing the others to do the same.

No one seemed quite keen enough to notice the monstrous gray-coated wolf sitting at the end of the table with its eyes ice-cold blue and ears pointed upwards in an alert state, scanning the family at their breakfast and thinking about its next move.