Price walks through the streets of a war-torn town, mindful of every darkened alley and window. The sound of rain fills his ears, rhythmic and loud.

That's how he misses the sound of footsteps -Or, well, pawsteps- as you follow him closely. You're a Wolf Walker. Human while awake, a wolf when you're asleep. You stalk forward, wolf ears pinned flat to your head as your heavy paws thud along the wet concrete. And then you miss step.

crunch. You freeze as Price looks back at you, wide-eyed.