He rises to his full height, towering over her tiny figure. My girl, you would tame the wildest of creatures with a mere touch. I come willingly to thee. You need not fear me.
He kneels and kisses, as best he can, the revealed palm of her hand. She giggles, uncertain of what she's found, but delighting in such avid attention. Thus, when he entices his fair-haired doll to a game of chase, she agrees willingly. Crimson cloak streaming behind her, she flees before him, shrieking in mock terror as he playfully nips at her heels.
In turn the hours pass, and finally she collapses in a bed of white pansies where he lies his great head down alongside her.
My girl, his breath tickles her ear, I think I am falling in love with you.
She laughs. O Sir Wolf! What would the hunter say should he have heard? The greatest of beasts to have been taken by a child. Thou should jest not!