In the middle of the forest there was an old wooden, cabin. And in front of the cabin, stood a man. He slowly open the creaking door with his crossbow loaded and held out in front of him. The inside of the cabin was pitch black, but this did not deter the man. One foot after the other, the man slowly made his way into the Cabin. He knew that he was close to his target, because both tattoos on his forearms began to illuminate the room. Immediately the door shuts behind him and it was the followed by the sound of a bolt being released. There was a yelp and then silence. The next sound was a monstrous growl and then the sound of a rapid movement. Then there was the sound of flesh tearing and then silence. The creaking door once again opens, and the man steps out of the shadows with blood covering his gauntlets and his illuminated tattoo now lightless. Behind him he was carrying what seemed like 2 very large wolves. But these wolves also had human qualities and would be recognized as werewolves. "I'm getting closer to the pack" the man said as he pulled his crossbow bolt out of one werewolve's eye.
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