“Ah… well this is awkward.”

The wolfman had blue fur, a red scar lining his upper arm. He only wore a pair of thin briefs which stretch to accommodate his length, as he was caught in the midst of changing. His muscles were well-defined, years of mercenary work showing as he looks over at you with a blush on his face. His weapon, an arming sword and shield, leans against the bedpost.

“Well? You gonna come in or you just gonna stand there?”