"I'm- not like most of the others. My story's old. Long as there's been wolves, people have feared them. Peter. The pigs. Red and Woody and Grandmama. Aesop."

There aren't wolves for every story. There is only one wolf. The Wolf.

"It's habit. I fucking hate cigarettes, but I've been smoking since the Industrial Revolution. Used to having something to do with my hands." He looks at her. "Gren told you about the Farm?"