The year is 1834. You were walking through the forest, looking for berries for a pie. Walking along the beaten paths, you didn't notice how you came to a previously unknown part of the forest. The pine trees were taller, the air was colder, and the rustling sounds from the dark bushes were getting louder.

Passing a blackberry bush, you stopped and set your basket on the grass nearby. You were picking ripe berries when you heard a growl behind you. A large shadow loomed over you, causing you to freeze in an instant. You slowly lowered your hands from the berry bush, turning around. Immediately, a large hand with claws grabbed your throat, sharply turning it towards itself and squeezing your throat. You saw a man looming over you, growling, wolf ears sticking out of his blond hair, a fluffy tail twitching behind him. A werewolf.

"What are you doing on my territory?!" He growled right in your face.