Unproductive Drabbles

Before I hit control-v, I just want anyone who happens to read this to know that I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing with this as of right now and this is VERY first draft-ish and almost entirely for my own amusement, which should be somewhat evident....

In a cave on a hill wholly covered in trees is where I am made to spend my nights, with jutting rocks that come down from the roof like teeth. I have a wide view of seemingly everything; all that I could wish to know about is within my sight if I sit in the mouth of my cave. There is the rabbit hole nestled in the bushes near a sunshine-colored house at the end of a stone-laid path. The path winds around hills and through tunnels, and at the other end of the path is a small village. Daily, from that village comes a little girl bearing a mysterious basket that wafts delicious smells over to me if the wind blows in the right direction. I know it’s the same girl each day because she always wears the same red cloak, which masks her face and flutters behind her as she walks. I once followed the girl to see what she carried in the basket, and when she reached the end of the path she skipped up to the sunshine-colored house, and barely had she arrived when the door opened a little old lady just a bit taller than the little girl welcomed her with a smile and a hug, as if she’d been waiting for her. She went inside before the basket was opened, and much though I strained myself to be able to look into the window, I was unable to see what perfection could lie inside.
Each day bears a different tantalizing odor to my cave. One made me think of a rabbit I once chased and when the silly rodent finally yielded to me and allowed me to rip into his organs, the flavor of his meat filled me with happiness. A different day’s treat reminded me of a dead deer I found near a highway. Her coat was a bronze at the top and faded down to a white at her belly, except, of course, for the wide gash in her side that was sticky with dried blood, and when I feasted upon her, I felt as though I wouldn’t need to eat for a week, though in reality I was hungry again the next day.
THEN A HUMMINGBIRD FLEW BY AND I STOPPED REMINISCING IN DELICIOUS SMELLS AND I SNAPPED BACK TO THE PRESENT! >XD
No srsly though, I stopped thinking about old memories and began focusing on the new. I’ve noticed a mysterious stranger walking by on numerous occasions, he follows her for a short distance and watches her walk away. I don’t like him, he smells of rotten fish and pig sty. Because of him, I’ve taken to following the little girl more often, making sure he doesn’t follow after that certain point. She was completely unaware of my protection, in fact I don’t think she even knew that it was necessary. The man followed her more and more closely with each passing day, and I followed her more instinctively. This man will know that this is my girl, I found her first. He confronted her once, and it was only for fear of knocking her over that I didn’t burst out of the woods and tear at his jugular. Instead I growled loudly at him, and she looked about for the source of the noise, and what was that bastard doing? He was filling her head with some kind of story that as a wolf I plan on eating her! My hatred for the man swelled, and he gave her a pat on the head and a smile, and she trotted along on her merry little way, and when she was gone I poked my head through the bushes and growled menacingly at him. He looked startled and backed away. When he left, I ran back to catch up with the girl.