big bad wolf.

                     There was a split between the city, and a further split between                      realms. Those that were of human substance, and those who                      would sooner be recognized for their bravery in tales of younger                      ages. However, there were some that didn't fit that category, one                      or another; in his case, it was the fact none seemed to appreciate                      a once great hunter now being a protector.

                                      ❝ You've gotta be kiddin' me--, ❞

                     his words resembled a murmur more than an audible statement                      in this instance, 

                                      ❝ So... This'll either be pretty                                          good-- Or, pretty terrible,                                          huh, Snow? ❞