With a huff and a puff, the wolf's breath swirls and surges, whipping through the sage forest and sweeping the pigs' land with the fervour of a tempest. The straw and wooden house never stood a chance; collapsing with a sigh, kicking up clouds of debris in a haze of green. As the dust settles, who will be remaining to endure the quest? Let the gust of this deep...
