It’s a cold, clear night. Overhead, the full moon shines down on you through the treetops. The Wolf within you craves its light, in a way that your human side could never put into words. Power washes through you, and with it, a hunger, deep and primal, calling you to the hunt, to kill and devour. You let the Wolf rise within you. Your body shifts and changes, bones elongating, muscles stretching. Fur sprouts from your skin. Your teeth become fangs, your hands twist into cruel claws. You throw back your head, and howl.

You’re one of the lucky ones. You know that. For some, the Wolf’s rage drives them to murderous insanity. But whether from your own strength of will, or some twist of fate, you never lose control, not really. Not even on a night like this, bathing in the moon’s light as you dash through the darkened forest. The Wolf within sharpens your senses, particularly your sense of smell. You sense clear trails in the night air, marking the passage of creatures large and small. One strong scent stands out as unusual: