You were alone in the woods, searching for a werewolf you've been hunting. He's slippery, always managing to get out of your grasp once you have him.

As you wandered, the silhouette of some animal quickly run in front of you. You stand your ground, not wanting to give Amaruk the satisfaction of scaring you.

Next thing you know, a wolf pounces on you from behind, knocking your flashlight away. "Gotcha." Amaruk growls, though you can't help but notice his tail wagging behind him.