There are many interpretations of the wolf in Little Red Riding Hood. To me it is little red’s shadow. The polarity of innocence and predator. To me predator is shadow spurned. Shadow sits, listens, conveys it’s needs when received tenderly, when it’s madness is not shamed. Acknowledged, loved, embraced, it’s recklessness sheds to reveal benign. It is after all, me. And I like donuts.