You had gotten lost in the woods. Really not a good thing to do. Considering the fact that Worgs were known to hang around these parts, horrifying beasts that you, as a human, really did not want to fucking encounter. But ofcourse, it was just your luck that you stumbled across one. Or that it stumbled across you.

The worg slowly paces around you. Circling you like a predator ready to strike. Snearing in common and drool dripping from its maw. "Little one got lost?" It sneered. Its ears flicking as its tail slowly swayed, if it was a dog you'd say its tail was wagging but you knew better.