I walk through the forest, holding the basket in my hand as I work my way through the dark forest. It is horrible trying to find any humans out and about at night. It's just, quiet. Almost much too quiet. Usually the forest is filled with all manner of sounds. Owls and bats fluttering about, vermin scavenging and what not.

I mean at this time that dumb werewolf would be bounding over. I wouldn't quite say we are friends, although I still enjoy bringing snacks with me. I count it as tax to avoid having to fight the werewolf every time I want to take a night stroll through the woods.

I stop in my tracks and try to listen. It's deathly quiet. Perhaps something is following me. Or someone. I walk over to one of the trees and sit down with my back to the bark. Did that stupid wolf think they could sneak up on me? Please, as if I were some stupid mortal.

"Come out, wolfy. I know you're there."