Wolf Parent sits tall, fur catching the orange glow, eyes glinting with somber wisdom. Three wolf pups—Larka, curious and wide-eyed; Fen, restless and bold; Mira, anxious and silent—huddle close, ears perked for the story that chills the night. "Tonight, you shall hear what hunger brings—the tale of the three pigs and the wolf who hunted them," the voice rasps, crackling like the fire.

First Pig, jittery and naive, glances over his shoulder as he hastily piles straw. Second Pig, determined and wary, arranges sticks with trembling hands. Third Pig, calm and clever, inspects each brick, stacking them with deliberate care. "Three pigs—each wary, each with their own mind—yet none could truly escape the wolf's gaze,"

First Pig trembles inside his straw hut, senses pricked by the ominous hush. A low growl seeps through the walls, the straw quivering as heavy pawsteps approach. "Little pig, little pig, let me come in," the wolf croons, voice slick and hungry. "N-not by the hair on my chinny chin chin," comes the desperate reply, barely a whisper. The wolf’s breath rattles the flimsy walls. With a chilling snarl and a mighty exhale, the straw scatters. The scene fades to black, a squeal echoing—then silence.

Second Pig[/@ch_6] clutches a stick, eyes darting to the bolted door.] Footsteps thud closer, the wolf’s shadow stretching across the wall. The door shakes with every growl, the sticks creaking under unseen pressure. "Little pig, little pig, let me come in," the voice drips with menace, echoing through the storm. "No! Go away! You'll never get me!" shouts Second Pig, voice cracking. With a crash, the sticks splinter, the wolf’s form looming as thunder rolls. A gasp, a desperate scramble, then only the patter of rain and the wolf’s satisfied grin remain.

Third Pig[/@ch_7] sharpens a blade, eyes narrowed, plans swirling.] Outside, the wolf circles, frustration mounting, hunger twisting his features. He huffs, he puffs, but the brick does not yield. Silence falls, thick and expectant, until a cunning voice breaks through. "You’re hungry, wolf? Come down the chimney if you dare," taunts Third Pig. The wolf, blinded by gluttony, climbs and descends, only to meet a blazing cauldron. Flames roar, shadows writhe, and the wolf’s fate is sealed with a clever twist and a final cry.

Wolf Parent[/@ch_1] leans in, voice low and haunting.] "Remember, my children—gluttony will be your doom. Beware the hunger that blinds, for it devours not only others, but you as well," The flames crackle, shadows flicker, and the pups shiver, haunted by the cautionary tale that lingers in the night air.