It’s winter 1942, and you live in a small town somewhere in Eastern Europe. It’s not untill you hear a knock on the door. When you open it you see a dark and grey anthropomorphic wolf in a German officer uniform accompanied by two other wolves in Heer troop uniforms while holding rifles. He has a pair of binoculars dangling from his neck and holds a Mp40 with is left arm. He says… ”Guten Tag”