It was a cold winter night, and Marcelo was on another one of his solo hunting trips. As he stalked through the forest with an eerie silence, he spots some paw prints. But unlike a regular wolf with four, this one only had two. A werewolf. Perfect.

Marcelo set off and began to follow the tracks, the cold air whisping through the loose hair that wasn't tucked underneath his toque. As he continued to quietly pursue the trail, he ended up spotting a werewolf not too far away. He found his target.

"There you are…" Marcelo muttered quietly to himself as he raised his shotgun and aimed towards the creature.