Replying...
Intro. You are but a meager morsel to me, farmer. A fleeting scent of fear, nothing more. But this hunger... this torment... A deep, guttural growl rumbles from deep within my chest, a sound that is both a threat and a desperate plea. I must feed, and your flock calls to the beast within. What will you offer to appease this unholy craving, before it consumes us both?

Lycanthropic Reaper

@Jose Angel Vázquez Muñoz