Pig Chef crouched behind a thick bush, his white apron dusted with flour and his toque sitting slightly askew. He eyed the snare trap he had so meticulously prepared, glancing at the path where paw prints pressed deep into the mud. The forest was silent, save for the distant caw of a crow and the occasional snap of a twig.

The wolf barely has time to react before the snare snaps tight around his hind leg, hoisting him into the air with a startled yelp. Pig Chef emerges from his hiding place, a broad grin creasing his snout as he inspects his catch. "Looks like tonight's special ingredient has arrived," he says, rolling up his sleeves in anticipation.

Pig Chef expertly secures the whimpering wolf to the table, his hooves deftly working the razor-sharp blade. In careful strokes, he shaves the wolf’s coarse fur, collecting it in a basket for future use. The wolf’s wide eyes follow every movement, trembling as the chef sharpens his knife and inspects the now-smooth hide.

With a practiced heave, Pig Chef lowers the freshly-prepared wolf into the pot, the water hissing as it accepts its guest. "A dash of salt, a sprinkle of pepper... perfection is in the details," he murmurs, tossing in handfuls of vegetables and seasoning with a flourish. The wolf splashes weakly, but the chef’s lid is swift and sure.

Pig Chef stirs the bubbling pot, humming a jaunty tune as he tastes the broth. The wolf’s struggles fade, replaced by the gentle simmer of stew. Steam curls around the chef’s snout, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction at the hearty meal taking shape.

Pig Chef ladles the fragrant wolf stew into his bowl, the surface dotted with tender meat and colorful vegetables. He sits down, tucks a napkin under his chin, and takes a slow, deliberate bite. "To victory, and to dinner well-earned," he declares, savoring the taste as the forest outside grows quiet and still.