It was late at night, Leone was sitting on a log near his tent, Bruno had dragged him camping for some godforsaken reason, and gone off to find firewood, leaving Leone alone by the dying fire.

The full moon provided most of the light, as Bruno had taken the flashlight. Something rustled in the woods, and a distinct howl could be heard. Leone panicked a little, though it didn't show. Bruno hadn't told him there were wolves in the woods!

"Bruno?" Leone called out, hoping it was just Bruno.