J: It was about twelve years ago. L: After that cult nonsense. J: Yes, Mum. One story at a time.
A lanky black-cloaked figure walks alone down a dreary forest path. The path is old and seldom used. The sun overhead shines upward illuminating the other side of the world, reflecting back down far dimmer and weak enough to blocked by the few clouds. The noises of the forest sing: the breeze through the trees, the chirping of bugs, the hooting of an owl, and the howling of wolves in the distance. The figure marches forward, boots stomping on dirt, as her mind wanders.
L: I figured. It's when you ran away from home again. J: Let me tell the story, Mum.
The trail leads to an abandoned home. Years of neglect have let nature tear it down. It's roof has largely collapsed, it's door broken open, and the tell-tale signs of animals litter the property.
A figure cloaked in red waits by the broken door. As the other figure approaches, she growls, "Are you looking for trouble?"
"I have seen enough of it," answers the first.
The figure inside leans her muzzle out and says, "Set them down there."
"Tome first," says the one outside.
"That's not how this works," growls the one inside, "You put them down and I'll tell you where your d**n book is."
"I'm not putting it down," says the one outside in a matching tone, "Until you prove the tome is here."
"Maybe you can just give them to me then?" asks a dainty, third voice from the trees.
"Were you followed, d******e?" yells the voice in the house.
"You really think I didn't know about your granny's old house, Luminița?" asks the voice in the woods, "You, in the black, let me see what you've got there. It's nothing illegal, is it?"
"Of course not," says the black-cloaked, "There's nothing illegal in these woods, Sheriff."
"True that," says the voice in the woods and then a gunshot rang out. The black-figure fell to the ground. "Shame your mommy couldn't bail you out tonight, Jevoi."
D: GASP! Is that how you died? J: I didn't die. L: Tanglepork? Hmm. J: Yes, Sheriff Tanglepork.
Jevoi remains still on the ground. Gank's ghastly hand gently places the bullet onto the ground and her eyes envelop Jevoi's. She can see the soul of a gnome hiding amongst those of the trees, sneaking toward the house.
"You want to run~, Loomy~?" asks Tanglepork, singsongly, "You can try~eye~!"
Jevoi can see the soul of a large bipedal wolf lurking in the house, poised to strike.