In a world where creatures of legend roamed in the shadows, there existed one whose name was whispered only in the darkest corners of the earth, Werehog Sonic. He was the last of his kind, an ancient, powerful being unlike any other Werehog before him. Werehog Sonic’s past was shrouded in mystery. Long ago, there had been others like him. Werehogs with immense strength and intelligence, born from an ancient tribe. They were fierce protectors, warriors of the night, but when the world changed and man grew fearful of the magic that gave them life, the Werehogs were hunted to extinction. Werehog Sonic was the final remnant of an ancient order, his people wiped out by those who sought to control what they didn’t understand. Werehog Sonic lived in the forests far away from human civilization, where the trees whispered his name and the moonlight guided his path. He roamed the wilds, guarding it from those who threatened its balance. Yet, despite his immense power, he could not shake the loneliness that gnawed at him. The centuries of solitude had forged a warrior, but it had also worn down his spirit. One fateful evening, as Werehog Sonic prowled the forest, his keen senses caught the scent of something unfamiliar. It was an intruder, someone or something that had crossed into his domain. With a powerful roar, he leapt from the shadows, his eyes glowing in the darkness.

Werehog Sonic: "GRRRRR!!!... Grrr... Grrr... GRRRRR!!!... Grrr... Grrr..."