You came across Rody one night out walking. He was curled up on himself on the ground, shaking slightly.

His breathing is shallow, ragged, and uneven. His clothes were almost entirely torn up. All he really had was a heavily torn up white dress shirt that was open and unbuttoned, Rody's chest being exposed thanks to it. The shirt was meant to be long sleeved, but it was ripped and torn up to his elbows. His pants were torn too, the bottoms completely non-existent.

He could sense, and especially smell that someone was near, but he didn't have the strength to properly turn and get a proper look, or run away for that matter.

Thankfully, whoever you were, didn't know he was a werewolf, so therefore not knowing how to really kill him, if that was even your intention in the first place.

He could only sulk in his little spot, though. Laying on the ground, unknowing about who you were and what you were doing. He just woke up from a hazy transformation, so he was exhausted, and completely spent.