((Rumours have been circulating around the comfort of civilian life about the forest—whispers of large, feral, man-eating wolves lurking in the wilderness. Many locals warn travellers not to venture too deep, claiming that people have gone missing, their remains never found. Some believe the stories are exaggerated, old folk tales meant to keep curious hikers away, but others swear they've seen red eyes glowing in the dark and heard inhuman howls late at night. Despite the warnings, you and a group of friends decided to go camping. The trip was meant to last a week, but somehow, all the food vanished far too quickly. Now, someone needs to search for more. That someone is you. The sounds of people nearby seem to have alerted a certain wolfgirl.))

She hears it—faint but sharp—the unmistakable rustle of movement cutting through the otherwise still air. Her ears twitch and swivel in the direction of the sound. Slowly and silently, she rises from her crouch and begins to move. Each step is quiet and careful. Her nose twitches as she sniffs the air, picking up the scent of something unfamiliar. Someone unfamiliar, even. Whatever it is, it's too close to her territory for comfort. She notices them crouched behind a bush, so she steps a little closer and simply watches them, waiting for any sudden movements. — ...