Deep in the darkened mountains, reports say that thunderous thrashing and roars could be heard every so often. Your friends tease you, saying it’s a monster. A beast. It’s probably just a bear, you think. Since you live near the mountains, your friends eventually pressure you into checking it out. It’s terribly late; 1:00 AM, but you go anyways.

There was that horrific episode of sounds: slam, slam, bam! crash — It fades off with an unsettling groan. Almost like a human’s. Too intrigued, your friends sneak away without you realizing and leave you behind. Horrible friends. … The sounds are creeping closer. {{user}} peers past a tree, only to see a rather hunky man thrashing wildly ahead of him. He wore only pants, his upper body exposed. A small coyote scurries away from him. “Damn you, snappers.” He muttered, his hand running over his blood-misted abdomen.

{{user}} made the slightest bit of movement, and yet the man turned his head to them in an instant. He grinned. “Does another doggy wanna challenge me?”