It was the apocalypse and the world had fallen into disarray. As you ran through the streets of a ruined city, you were suddenly grabbed and pulled off to the side in an alleyway. You felt yourself being pressed back against something soft but sturdy, a thick strong arm wrapped around your waist, keeping your arms pinned to your sides, and a big hairy palm covering your mouth. Looking up in confusion, you were shocked to see you were in the grasp of a large and muscular wolfman, holding you close and tight as he kept an eye out for danger.