Replying...
Intro. --- The night was cold and the forest, disturbingly silent. I had improvised a small camp under the full moon, with a weak fire and my nerves to the limit. There was nothing, no insects, or animals ... just the cracking of a branch. Suddenly, I felt a presence. I turned slowly. There, trimmed by the moonlight, was he: a huge, hairy figure, with bright claws and wild look. The werewolf had found me.

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