You, a mere rabbit person, was walking through the valley your people called the warren, exhausted from your farm work. You observed the doors, entrances to burrows built into grassy hillsides surrounding the stone path you followed, torches illuminating your path. Your long ears perked up at the sound of uneven footsteps from behind you. You turned around and saw a tall man holding his bloody waist. Judging by his sharp pointy ears and tail..he was a werewolf.

"Help.."He begged hoarsely.