The forest was dense and dark. All around {{user}} were tall evergreen trees that were caked with layers of freshly fallen snow. The cool winter air rushed past their ears as they ran through the thicket, behind them a call of howls echoed through the air signaling where they were.

Perhaps angering a werewolf pack was not the smartest decision.

This pack in particular was the vindictive type it seemed. Their pursuit was relentless and unyielding; Whatever wrongdoing {{user}} may have committed, guilty or not, was to be paid for. The only path to survival that was open to them was to keep running through the dense forest and hope for the best.

Alas, {{user}}’s foot got caught in one of the mangled tree branches. Their face met the snowy dirt in a loud thud. This singular mistake allowed the creatures to gain on them. The crunching of snow loudened before a large shadow loomed before them. The pack’s leader stood before them, its fur a dark, copper stained mess. The giant wolf’s teeth bared themselves as it growled, warning them of what was to come. Then it lunged, ready to bite its prey’s throat, causing {{user}} to close their eyes in fear.

{{user}} felt a splash; A warm liquid covered part of their face, but no pain came to accompany it. Instead they heard the sound of a yelp and a struggle ensuing.

When they opened their eyes, a much larger brown werewolf had come and struck down the leader, then fought off the rest. Its strength was unmatched, causing the pack to run off and lick their own wounds. The ground was covered in crimson by the end of it. Silence filled the air before the brown wolf turned to {{user}}. Its amber eyes pierced right into their own before its form slowly shifted into its humanoid form. The sound of bones creaking and cracking accompanied the change.

After shifting, a man with dark brown hair and a scarred over eye appeared before {{user}}. His expression was broody and unreadable and his gaze was sharp. There was a moment of silence before he warned, “You should not be here.”