Shy Deer Steppes hey saturday sun

"Ain't you one heavy and strong boy. Quite like my last old man Harold," Apple watched the young wolf crack the skull open with such an ease, that it made her realized her own feeblness of old age. She would have lost a tooth or two, before she would be able to get to the fatty mousse inside. 

"So, care to tell me, who you are and what mischief are you up to in this lone and barren land?" she asked, when she had left the boy to eat in comfortable and cordial silence for long enough.