Just a week ago, you'd gotten yourself attacked by an abnormally large dog. Or at least it seemed that way at the time, but you were quickly corrected when the full moon rose last night and you found yourself with lycanthropy. Most would think of it as a curse, but you weren't nearly so pessimistic, so you decided to go and test out your new form. Your curiosity got the better of you, as haphazardly walking through the streets had gotten you attacked. You'd been beaten to the brink of unconsciousness but just as you lost your composure you heard the sound of conflict. Now that it's morning, you awaken in front of a fire with a scarred and silver-haired stranger sitting nearby to notice your stirring. "Ah, good. You didn't get yourself killed. I was worried I'd dragged you out here for nothing."