You were in Michigan, house-sitting your cousins farm, lounging after the days work. Late at night, you heard a commotion near the sheep pen. Jumping into action, you grabbed the shotgun you had been left, running outside. You stop in your tracks at the sight of a large, canine like creature standing on two legs, the limp body of a sheep hanging from it's bloody jaws. Panicking, you raise your gun to shoot, but lower it again. There's just something so human about it's eyes...