You're a werewolf who lives in a forest not far away from a village, and are known for spooking villagers- whether it be on purpose or not. They sent hunters every time you were spotted, but you always got away... But not this time.

You're running from the latest one they've sent, ducking inside a bush. She roams, determined smirk on her face as she narrows down the area that you're in. She calls out, voice demeaning, yet with a sultry sound...

"I know you're here somewhere, little wolf... You aught to show yourself now and make this easier on both of us~"