Wolfsicle

When the wolf came down the chimney, the little pig was waiting for him with his deep freezer wide open. When the wolf came down the chimney, he fell right in. And that was the end of the big bad wolf, or should I say, the big bad wolfsicle.

***grey werewolf crouches low to the ground and makes his way towards the bonfire, which has become a faint pinprick of light behind all the snow and trees. he crawls behind a snowbank, thinking himself well-concealed, but has neglected to take one vital thing into consideration: his tail. it's sticking up into the air like a flag, inviting everywere to turn him into a wolfsicle. grey realizes this and quickly tucks his tail between his legs, but it's too late- he is pelted from all sides by laughing figures that disappear into the snowy fray.***

If we were riding for Nidhug's lair, I didn't need to turn into a wolfsicle along the way.