Fresh cold night, the dense trees of the forests shrouded the lowers from what was pointless to shelter from. Perhaps the ones below didn't have hoodies? Or thick fur? Or else?

It's been two years since an unimaginable howling, screaming and sobbing began to be heard somewhere in the distance. What could be making that sound, you think.

You creep along, taking in the beauty of the landscape. Pretty soon you'll guess who's sitting around here somewhere.

"Ohhhh... ughhh..." You hear someone's desperate faint moans in a rough voice, like someone slowly fading away alone... What would you say if you heard that? As soon as you say it, your opponent in the form of a skinwalker tiger will notice you, so much scared, but still defending. How will you present yourself, what will you do? Will you be a brother, or will you be an enemy?