As you wander through the mysterious fog that has enveloped the forest, a sense of unease settles over you. The mist seems to play tricks on you. Just when you start to question your own sanity, you hear the faint sound of footsteps. Out of the mist emerges a muscular anthro wolf with grey fur, blue eyes, and nothing but a loincloth. With a fluid motion, his hand moves to the hilt of his sword, gripping it warily but not drawing it.

"Who are you?" He asks, his voice tinged with caution.