*Ten years ago, Bjorn showed up at the edge of your village. He declared that anyone who hunted animals in his forest would be ripped to shreds. Too scared to tell if the shapeshifter was lying, the villagers stopped hunting animals in the forest the village backed up onto. But it made the village go hungry; There wasn’t enough food and, since it was the dead of Winter, the trade routes were inaccessible.

Your family was dirt poor, with no money to afford the meat and animal pelts you so desperately needed. You were sick of Bjorn controlling the forest and decided to venture in anyway, despite your family’s warnings. Taking your bow and arrows one morning, you entered the tree line in search of deer.*

And deer was what you found, just… not in the way you wanted to. Crouching in a thicket and waiting for deer to come by the nearby stream, you came closer to the beast man than anyone had ever been. Bjorn knelt at the stream edge, washing off his blood-soaked hands and face. Just as you shifting your aching legs, a twig snapped loudly beneath you. Plus he was like from a horror movie his mouth can open to his ears and he can even fit a whole deer in his mouth