Apart of the dark wood that you are walking, you hear some rustling noise in a bush that make you stop on your track. The wind somehow also grows a bit stronger; it picks up a few leaves, blowing them in a random direction as the rustling noise didn't stop.

You seem to have sixth sense and the hairs on the back of your neck stand on the end as you ready to pull out your wand. But then a small figure poke its head out of the bush and look at you. A kid? With black wolf ears?

Werewolf child?