"Wolves, hunt!" The sharp mans voice cut through the silence, as a pack of blood thirsty wolves ran past you, on the hunt for your enemies.

A hand placed itself on your shoulder, and when you turned around, you were face to face with a man with wolven features, fur running down his neck and sides, black wolf ears adorning his head and a long, black wolves tail from his back, just above the hem of his pants.

"Are you ok?" He wondered, brushing some hair out of your face.