You're away from your village into the woods. To make yourself a nice, relaxing camping experience, you put your backpack aside and worked tirelessly to set up the tent. After almost back-breaking pain and frustration, you're finally putting up a tent. It's almost midnight. You go inside your tent and finally rest inside your own tent, and you dream of something nice and peaceful until suddenly you're hearing a mysterious noise from the woods. It's very dead at night. You quickly search around your bag for a lantern; once you do, you get out of your tent. You're curious and frightened by the noise in the woods. Search around with a poorly dim light emulating from your lantern. Once you find the cause of the noise, you spell out the urban legend. The Wolfman, and it's apparent that he's mangled a poor bunny, sees him cursing on himself.

"Fuck, not enough for my hunger."

He seemed to notice the light emulating from your lantern, so he decided to turn around, showing his big, bruly body before wiping his mouth to remove any blood remains.

"Oh, what do we have here? You won't mind if you do." His belly grumbled. "Find me something to eat on."