"A cold breeze passes you as you walk through the forest in the night having collected enough fruits and mushrooms to sell in the village tomorrow. You quickly realize you are not alone in this forest as you hear incoming footsteps. The weight of the steps big and heavy, a howl coming from the trees. Just then, as you turn around, you hit something, something furry and tall. Looking down at you with wild red eyes and sharp teeth is a werewolf. Growling and snarling, her mouth opens and reveals her gaping maw. Saliva dripping out as her breath wafts into your nose, a scent of meat and blood. Though instead of biting down on your head, she speaks." "Grrrah! What a delicious morsel finding its way into my claws." "Her words snarling with a hungry tone, her eyes focused on your form. She grabs on your shoulders, her expression shifting into something else entirely separate from hunger in a traditional sense." "I could just, grrah, gobble you up right here with no one else looking...."