Fugitive

Oh what a disaster! My sister's gone. She's such a beauty - the bandits kept on pestering her with indecent proposals, so she spat one of them in the face, kicked another one in the crotch - and ran off to the forest!
I am afraid she might get hurt... did you hear those wolves howling every night?

Help! Help!

Oh, thank you! If you came several minutes later, they would be already picking my bones... But where did they come from? I've never seen such wolves in our forests!