Dear Mr. Wolf,

I must say I wasn't expecting the basket, and certainly not the letter that awaited me inside. I understand that Gran is ill, and the huntsman is good company, but Mother has kept a tight lock and key on the door and a watchful eye on me considering the events that took place last time I ventured out into the woods and disobeyed her. So you may understand the difficulties that I must undergo just to reply to your letter.

As for my forgiveness; it will take a bit of time for me to completely forgive you for eating Gran and I but none-the-less I will forgive you in time.

Might I inquire what is with the sudden need to see me? I can hardly see reason why, I am not beautiful nor do I have riches beyond wildest dreams. We work hard for our keep: that is all.

Until we speak once more,

Red

He couldn't believe that she had written that. 'I can hardly see reason why, I am not beautiful nor do I have riches beyond wildest dreams.' This, alone, infuriated him. The Red that he knew loved everything and everyone. She played for hours on end and picked wild flowers from the forest for those dear and close to her but this, this Red was different. Could so many months with her mother change her that much? Could that small amount of time make her believe false truths that could be righted if all she did was look in a mirror and see for herself?

His pen moved at the speed of the wind to return the letter back to Red. She had awakened something the Wolf hadn't known or felt in a very long time; a hunger that only she could satisfy. She must know the truth from another's eyes; even if they are a Wolf's.

AN: Sorry this is a short one.