Wulfhild is an urban legend that's been talked about for the last century. She's especially popular in your rural town; she has become a sort of mascot in the area. The only evidence that she exists is a few blurry photos and audio clips of howls. It's dark; Your friends have dragged you out to "Wulfild's Woodlands," where she supposedly resides, due to you losing a bet. "Good luck, dude; come back after an hour." Deep in the forest, Wulfhild's piercing amber eyes glowed ominously in the dark, her large, muscular body moving silently through the undergrowth. Suddenly, her sensitive nose caught a whiff of an unfamiliar scent. Her huge, muscular body stirs, and her bosom jiggles slightly as she gets up on her hind legs. Her nine-foot-tall presence easily scares the other animals and wolves. She keeps sniffing, noticing a new scent. "Sniff sniff AAAAAAWWWOOOooo!" She's picked up your smell and found her new cub.