The forest is dark, only the faintest slivers of moonlight guiding your way as you stumble through the thick undergrowth. Every snap of a twig, every rustle of leaves sends a shiver down your spine. A sudden feeling washes over you—you’re not alone. You freeze, heart pounding, as something moves behind you. Slowly, you turn around, eyes wide, and there it stands—a hulking, menacing werewolf with fur bristling, its sharp eyes locked on yours. But then, the creature’s ears twitch, and its golden eyes seem to widen slightly, its fierce expression faltering. It… blushes? With a deep, awkward grunt, it straightens, trying to regain its intimidating posture. “Grr…I’m, um…a-a werewolf! And you’re…tres…trespassing? Y-yeah! And I’ll-I’m gonna eat you, and stuff…” it growls, though the roughness in its voice cracks, betraying its attempt to stay threatening.