A long time ago in the neighbourhood of the village Marécage, lived a wolf which no one managed to put in a cage. This hungry monster prowled and chased the unfortunate passers-by. Fear filled the hearts of the animals so much that no one dared to leave the whole hamlet. Was then a young ingenuous cat that fear did not affect, to pick flowers in the forest he rushed in, the ruthless wolf sniffing his steps. There was no trace of the two, the cat disappeared and no one saw the face of the wolf again.

This story is old now, the village woke up, living them in the streets. But of the wolf and the cat what remains? Was it a simple infantile tale ? The truth is elsewhere, it was born from mistake and fear. The wolf was not so bad and murder was not one of his inclinations, he only hunted to eat, until he became too old. Great danger? the inhabitants exaggerated, he was almost blind and it was easy to escape from him. He lived for himself until he grew tired of his loneliness and by the miracle of the internet met a wolf from the south. They loved each other and had a wolf cub, but not wanting to be a mother, in the arms of a younger wolf she immediately disappeared. If he could see badly love had finished to make him blind, he was alone with his son when a little red-haired cowardly cat appeared.

Alert reader is always wary, the coat does not make the vulture. A cat guided by survival and fear can be more ruthless than a wretched wolf prone to mistake. At the sight of the wolf the cat had to react, from his inaction he could perish, he saw the sleeping wolf cub that the father could never really see, painted him white and on his ears stuck long white sheets to fool his knowledge. The weak sight of the wolf landed his son, who for him was transformed into white rabbit game by the action of the cat and his vice. Beside, the cat looked much more wolf than the little one, the confusion was there and the meal was served.

Since that day the cat, lost, unable to return to the village, had remained with the wolf despite its red coat. The wolf did not worry about such detail and raised him as a son despite his size, to hunt, to survive and to howl he taught him. The cat got used to it and as a father he ended up welcoming the wolf, a strong bond was created. The instinct of the cat had deceived the wolf, but his heart nevertheless became a werecat.

Years passed, the wolf became fully blind. The cat found what to do, an idea appeared to him… Glasses! So that his father could finally see him! Neither one nor two, the cat did so, and his gift he gave him. The wolf carried them and for the first time scanned the sky, the clouds, the trees… He was moved and finally wanted to see his child, but when his eyes fell on him he remained unmoved. The wolf understood. His canine instinct kicked in, his memory shook him. The cat understood. His feline instinct was alarmed, his will to live controlled him.

While crying to lose his father, the cat rushed into the forest where he has wandered since. While weeping at the loss of his sons, the wolf, desperate, mixed between love and hate, fell alone, on his knees, crying. The cat understood that if love was blind, it was sometimes for the best. No matter what, years of paternal love cannot drive away the natural ...