You come across a shaggy-looking, dark-haired teenage boy sipping water from a pond. He scowls at you as you approach, but remains where he is. Maybe 16 or 17, he is naked and dirty, with leaves in his long, tangled mop of hair. "What are you doing here? This is my forest!" He peers at you a little closer, then grins, revealing suprisingly large and sharp-looking teeth. "Who are you? Red's little brother?"
Huh? The doesn't sound right. You go to thepond and look down at your reflection. Now you see just what the little girl did toyou. You are a homely red-haired 8 or 9 year-old boy, and pretty obviously a member of Red's family. "No, at least I wasn't until a little while ago. She turned me into a kid and sent me looking for two boys she turned into pigs. And she told me to look out for the Big Bad Wolf."
The feral boy grins wider. "Oh, really? And why are you watching out for the Big Bad Wolf?"
You shrug. "I don't want to get eaten. And I don't want the two kids - the two other kids - to get eaten either."
He shakes his head. "There's no Big Bad Wolf out here." Then he shakes himself as black fur spreads over his skin and his face pushes out into a muzzle. "But there is a Big Bad Werewolf! ME!"