[ EU ] A dystopian future where a pack of Big ( Bad ) Wolves terrorize the human population , and the only saviors are a group of female warriors donning red cloaks/hoods .

The Littles danced among them. From twenty yards away, he had a pretty good vantage point. They skipped and jumped, reaching into their baskets, revealing treats for their disposal. 
 
 They hopped up and down, giggling. Their red caped hoods mingled with the blood; it all swirled in a blur of color. The howls of agony and pain mixed queerly with the childlike laughter. Fangs were bared and in return they simply smiled at their anguish. 
 
 They sliced and stabbed with their basket of devilish treats. Spraying blood accompanied each elegant dance. 
 
 It was over as quickly as it began. In a flash the Littles dismembered and disemboweled. The Big B's never had a chance in hell against so many. When they were finished, they hopped, skipped and jumped back towards their Grandmother's. One stopped and turned back towards him, here eyes were hidden by her hood. 
 
 Her lips spread and she displayed a wicked and terrifying red smile. With a giggle she turned and hop scotched down the path. 
 
 Wolf bites and claw marks ravaged his body, but he was alive. He was saved by these... friendly demons. With his one good arm, he began to drag himself away from the carnage and towards his village.
