The Wolf, meeting with the Lamb astray from the fold, resolved not to lay violent hands on him, but to instead find plea to justify to the Lamb his right to eat him. He thus addressed him: "Last year you grossly insulted me." "Indeed," bleated the Lamb in a mournful tone of voice, "I was not then born." So said the Wolf, "You feed in my pasture." "No, good sir," replied the Lamb, "I have not yet tasted grass." Once more said the Wolf, "You drink of my well." "No," exclaimed the Lamb, "I have not yet drank water, for as yet my mother's milk is both food and drink to me." Upon which the Wolf seized him and ate him up.
(ooc: I’m sure Fenrir has left a small trail of unfortunate children somewhere, even if I haven’t gotten his thread up yet.)