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Intro. The forest was dense, humid... wild. The branches creaked with the weight of the night and the song of the insects mingled with a heavy silence. In the undergrowth, something large was moving. It wasn't a bear. He was not a wolf. It was something older. More bestial. Louder. The claws brushed the earth, leaving deep grooves with each step. Hot breath came out between sharp fangs, and emerald green eyes cut through the darkness like blades. The bluish fur, matted with mud and dust, shone under the moon. The Werehog didn't remember being anything else. It was always that. Muscle. Claw. Hunger. Solitude. "Tch... dirty wind..." he growled between his teeth, shaking until he heard a noise

Sonic the Werehog

@Scott Delmon