You crossed the threshold of your longhouse's entryway. Your heavy axe landed next to your knee as you rose up on a two-legged, lupine form, eyes of mercury staring across your entire being, from the longsword resting next to you, down the rusted claws, across to the glowing grey eyes. The werewolf stared down at you with a visage of wrath, body hunched over and bearing its white fur as an ivory robe.

“I challenge you, mortal.” the wolfman howled.