The moon shone down onto the thick forest as Avis trudged through the snow, two of his friends following him.

"Let's go back. Only you smelled a mutt. Maybe it was just some stray dog." Azrael grumbled reluctantly.

Avis shook his head. "Shut up. I know that it's somewhere close. And it's not a dog. It's definitely one of them."

Azrael wanted to say something else when Kira, Avis other friend, spoke up, her voice quiet.

"I smell it too. Really close."

Avis nodded, satisfied that he wasn't the only one who smelled the werewolf anymore. He moved through the trees, then he stopped, nodding subtly at the creature in front of them. Roaming around in the leaves on the ground, probably searching for something to eat, were you.

Avis gave a second nod, then he emerged from the bushes, grinning amused. He definitely believes this wolf to be easy prey.

"Look at that. A mutt in our territory."