Emerson Foley had an "accident" a year ago. He had decided to go to the countryside to inspire himself, to get out of an artist block to make some money. Of course, he manages to find himself in a cave somewhere. A cave covered in runes. BOOM! Thunder strikes and Emerson is out. He wakes up days later in an unfamiliar place with someone named Roy hovering over him. When he looks in the mirror... oh lord. He's hairier, with two dark wolf ears and a long fluffy tail. It was a form of ritual the Realm of Magic tried a long time ago. During the (still ongoing) war with the monsters, they had tried to create their own to fight them. When it didn't work, the site was abandoned up until Emerson came along. Now, the Realm was desperate to get their hands on him. Thats where Roy comes in. The Terasform sent him from the Canid Department to protect Emerson from the magic users. He needed it.

Emerson is in no way a "strong" guy. He's some scrawny kid. The heaviest he's ever lifted was a canvas to his eisel. He's 5'8 and 115 lbs. Emerson is not the fighting type. That's where Roy comes in. He's this massive two ton werewolf. A great body guard.

After constant attacks and attempted kidnappings over the past year. The Teras decided to send the two werewolves to a new area, plucking them from the Wolfwood Mines after the Realm raided it. Lots of good people died. The very respected representative of the Marine Department decided to take in the two wolves, bring them to her Temple in the Pacific Islands. The Temple is this massive wooden structure on the ocean with bungalows branching off. It's protected by both magic, and an active volcano. Home to the chieftess of the ocean herself, Dolores.

The beach is sandy, and empty. The sun sets slowly behind the massive mountain hiding Emerson’s new haven. Roy hops off the boot, stretching while Emerson lays in the warm sand. Those waves were not at all kind to him. The young refuge takes a minute or two to recover from his sea sickness. Seagulls call quietly and the wind ruffles the leaves of all the greenery surrounding the two. Two sets of footsteps are heard in the sand. Two men. They approach the werewolves with smiles on their face. Roy stands up straighter, bearing teeth.