Literature
In the Company of Wolves
“But seriously though, why does she always wear red?” Michael said, throwing a dark coloured jumper into his backpack. “If I was her, I’d be wearing all dark colours, especially if wandering around in the woods alone. There’s just no sense to it at all. I mean, she might as well have cuts of steak strapped to her and be holding a neon sign that says ‘I’m here, eat m--’”
“That’s enough, Michael!” Kaitlyn snapped, throwing an annoyed glare over in his direction. “I’m gunna be really paranoid for the whole week now that some wolf or something is going to attack