Lycanthus

[You are traveling in the woods, accompanied by a full moon tonight. Your reasons are that of your own and any. There are many reasons to naturally to be weary of your surroundings, as wild animals run loose and an errie presence lingers as if the trees are alive. Hours pass during your travel. You hear a rustling in the bushes near by followed by a vicious growl. There, a wolf-like being approaches with a vicious glow in his eyes. The scent of blood taints the air.]