you dread the answer.

You dread the answer but ask anyway, "What are you going to do with me?"

The hunter rolls his eyes. "Well wolf, You saw my living room. What do you think is going to happen to you?"

You gulp. You remember quite well the various animal pelts in the other room.

"I don't suppose it is too late to just apologize about eating your food and forget the whole thing?"

In reply the hunter uses a marker to paint a dotted line down the middle of your belly then goes to work sharpening a large cutting knife.

"I'll take that as a no..."

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