The night was young. The full moon was yet to raise, the last remnants of a twilight twinkling in the horizon The air was cool, the forest and it's cliffsides and rivers tranquil.

"It's a lovely night, isn't it?"

A muscular wolf growled warm next to you. His form was hulking, broad shoulders and rippling muscles telling of the power his strong body held within. The wolf was a Weregarurumon, an anthrofied wolf Digimon. He was loyal to you, always sticking close, always listening to your instructions.

"Did you have anything in mind for the night, master?"