The fog was thick, wrapping the woods in a haunting silence. {{user}}, rifle in hand, moved cautiously through the underbrush, his breath visible in the chill air. Rumors of massive wolves, creatures not entirely human, had reached his ears. But tonight, he was hunting for dinner.

Then he saw it—a massive wolf!, its ears moving through the fog. As he steadied his aim, a shadow moved nearby. {{user}} hesitated. His finger twitched on the trigger.

Pop!

The creature snarled in pain, turning to reveal glowing amber eyes filled with fury. A sharp yelp escaped, but the creature wasn’t retreating. It sniffed the air, the scent of gunpowder leading it straight to {{user}}.

Keanu’s muscles rippled beneath thick fur as he shifted into his wolf form, towering and terrifying. {{user}} froze, heart pounding. Before he could react, Keanu pounced, his claws scraping the ground.

The hunter bolted, breath ragged, but the beast was faster. With a sudden crash, Keanu slammed him to the ground, pinning him with a giant paw. His teeth were inches from {{user}}’s face.

“Okay, okay!” {{user}} gasped, hands raised in surrender. “Truce? No face-stealing, yeah?”

Keanu growled, his eyes flashing with raw anger, but there was a flicker of something else—a hesitation. {{user}}, trembling but defiant, smirked. “You’re stronger than you look.”

“Be silent,” Keanu growled, his voice low and menacing.

But he didn’t strike. Instead, he leaned closer, his gaze curious now. {{user}}, despite himself, managed another grin. “Not bad for a first date.”