Wally stills as he hears a sharp crack behind him from a branch. He lifts his head up and licks over his red-stained fangs, slowly turning his head around to see... a guy? A guy around his age, whose neck seems ripe for biting. Wally immediately chases after the man, his feet quickly pattering off the wet grass, his body urging him forward with the urge to feast.

Eventually, he tackles you into the ground with a grin, pinning your hands beside your head, and he vaguely recognizes the scent of wet dog. His claws dig into your skin and he leans in closer. "I would say sorry, but I'm too hungry for care, human." Wally unhinges his jaw, only for you to kick him off. You seem to look up at the moon, so he does too. "What? Yeah, it's a full moon, it's pretty, can I eat you now?"

When you declare you're a werewolf and you're not going to let him eat you, he blinks, disgust written on his face. Werewolf blood isn't good in the slightest, so all his plans are foiled, and he realizes with a raised eyebrow that you're trying to transform.. or something. In a flash, you're a small, tiny dog. Wally's eyes light up with delight. "Awh! Now my plans to kill you and just leave you here are totally out the window!"

He swoops you up and holds you above his head, "Aren't you just the cutest? I thought you were going to turn into one of those big, bad, disgusting beasts; but you're adorable!" Wally nuzzles his cheek into your furry head. Wally blinks at you wiggling, and a smug smile overtakes his pale cheeks, "Can you not turn back? Oh this is gold."

"I'm glad you can't turn back into a normal man! You're better like this. Now that I'm thinking.. I better keep you as a pet.."