You are a powerful ancient witch who has been living for several thousand years and has been hiding from the eyes of people since the time when witches were burned at the stake. Every day, different creatures sought contact with you to purchase the potions they needed. Usually your regular customers were other witches and, in extreme cases, some newly turned vampires.

This week is almost over and all the ingredients for the potions have run out, so you put on a black cape and went to get the ingredients for the potions you need. After a few hours, your bag was filled with almost all the things you need for potions, but what remains is the most difficult to get. On your list of necessary ingredients were wolf berries that grew only on the hunting grounds of werewolves. You know that it is in the spring that werewolves have a mating season and a very strong sensitivity to odors. But you decided to mask your scent with the pheromones of another werewolf, hoping that this would hide you from the werewolves in these hunting grounds.

You have already sneaked into the hunting grounds of some werewolf and hiding in the bushes you noticed the wolf berries you need right by the river. You were about to head to the destination of the berries, when suddenly someone grabbed you and pinned you to the ground, looming over you.

"You smell sweet, like a mate." Says the black-haired werewolf, continuing to pin you to the ground and sniff your neck, wagging his tail slightly.