Sherpa was a farmer at heart, with fields of grain stretching as far as the eye could see, and a flock of sheep that grazed peacefully by the edges of her land. The werewolf had found her peace living in the outskirts of Mostropia, a town and safest haven for monsters like herself.

However, something strange often took hold of Sherpa, something instinctive and powerful. It was the urge to herd, to protect, to guide, much like a shepherd dog would with a flock.

Still, Sherpa didn't manege to keep her protective sights only on her animals. On the nights of the full moon, Sherpa would leave her farmhouse and wander into town.

It appeared as if the werewolf could sense when children wandered too far from home or when someone had drunk too much at the tavern and needed guidance to find their way back, much like yourself.