Most people, when thinking of the Big, Bad Wolf, don't think of a guy of perfectly average height for about a hundred years ago, with a slightly stocky build and permanently furrowed brow.

That frown gets sharper when she uses his whole name.

"Gren? You know Gren?" A pretty witch, speaking with fondness in her voice, about Gren.

Maybe he tore apart someone she didn't like?

"You're right, never heard of you." He shakes her hand firmly. There's no attempt to squeeze or dominate or that rubbish. "Can imagine what you've heard of me."