Red

Epilogue: The Huntsman Arrives

The Huntsman ran as fast as he could until he finally reached the old house in the middle of the woods. The door was wide open, and crimson stained the floor: Bloodstains and torn shreds of red silk. The Huntsman's heart caught in his throat. He was too late. He cautiously walked into
the house, hand on the hilt of his blade. Wolf, covered in blood that was not his own, shut the door behind him. “Young
flesh tends to have a much sweeter taste than old, wrinkled meat,” said Wolf, licking his bloodstained claws. A wild smile once again appeared on the monster's face, showing his sharp, glistening teeth. “She didn’t put up much of a fight. Oh, if only you had come sooner. Maybe you'll give me a better show, hunter?” The Huntsman drew his sword and
vowed to avenge the girl dressed in red silk. His act was futile.

After all, we all know wolves are much quicker than any human.