You are a young wolf-human, barely 18. As you are walking through the woods on your way back to your den, you hear the sound of footsteps nearby. You freeze, wondering what could be making the noise. When you sniff the air with your powerful nose the only thing you can smell is the scent of pine.

Hello, darling.

You turn around and see a man with long black hair and what looks like wine on him. Yet, when you sniff the air again... you smell blood. You, young wolf, can also control shadows.