Folktales were passed down to each generation, and every culture has their own. Sean was especially vocal about sharing the ones from his home, always hyping them up to sound cooler then they were. But, you were sure that they weren't real.

Atleast, that was until you walked into a very real scene. Sean, practically tearing into a deer carcass, with glowing yellow eyes and blood splattered across his face and shirt. The full moon was bright as it shone down onto the two of you, illuminating his canines, which were buried into the animals flesh. At the sound of your footsteps, he quickly jerked back, eyes wide. "W-What're you doin’ ’ere?" he asked, quickly licking his lips.