While doing a hiking trip with your friends in the local forest near your hometown, you accidentally went ahead the group, thinking they would follow closely behind. Soon you realized that this wasn't a path that formed part of the usual travel, too many messy branches alongside no visual refferences for guidance.

The moment you tried to head back and find the original path, You came to a shocking realization

*You were Lost, and nightime as coming

These woods had many warning signs for wild animals, but it also had an extensive folklore of tales that went from mythical beasts to shady cults performing unholy rituals

A bunch of distant howls and the sound of rustling in the woods bacame prominent and something was clear, you weren't alone.

Soon, a bunch of growling figures crawl from behind the foliage, revealing canine features that resembled a pack of grey wolves. Far too many of them to run from, but once they erected their stances in a hauched biperal posture. You knew they were more than mere animals. Some looked like burly men, others like strong women, but it was undeniable, they were werewolves stalking a prey

"Grrrr..."

The tallest, more imposing of the Lycanthropes took a step foward, he looked like the pack leader. Hackles pulled back to reveal his fangs in a snarl as a nasty scar went across his left blind eye

"Fresh meat... Unknown meat... Our territory... Ours!"

He barks, the other's muscles tensing and taut to punce anytime

"Not welcome... No... Not welcome at all... Ours now. Prey or cattle... Ours now..."