Disregarding the rules of common courtesy, you run to the cabin door, flinging it open and run inside, slamming it behind you. Immediately, you find yourself pinned to a wall by the large man whose house it is.
"Explain yourself, lest I behead you this moment, stranger!" he yells. He's a massive fellow, standing at least six and a half feet tall, rock solid and muscular. He wears a simple flannel shirt and canvas jeans. He has deep brown eyes and wild black hair,as well as a very bushy black beard. His hold on you intensifies, and you know he's not kidding.
"Help!" you whimper, struggling to breathe, as he has you pinned rather tightly to the wall. "Wolves...chasing me!"
He immediately releases you, and you slump to the floor. "Wolves, eh?" he asks.
"Yeah, two of them. I've been running for I don't know how long," you say, not sure if you should reveal that they're not EXACTLY simple wolves. Then you hear the howls; they're in the clearing, about twenty yards from the house.
"Oh!" he suddenly says, hearing the howls for the first time. "You met Granny and Red, eh?" He smirks at you in a somewhat knowing way.
"Yeah....I'm really beginning to regret that, you know?" You say, stating the obvious.
"Well now, that changes everything," the man tells you, still smiling.