A wolf who tends to their own, keeping to the lush undergrowth as he lives day by day. However, his plans of simplicity and fast-pace chasing comes to a halt at the request of the witch's familiar; a crow, a fledgling at that. Being saved by the witch as well, the wolf begrudgingly obliges. When winter arises, so do the people and children--blissfully unaware of the missing witch whom they seek to kill. Can the two work together? Or will they eventually succumb to their challenges and turn?

Slow drawer, fast writer. With these elements combined, I can't get shit done.