Claire Robertson was a normal journalism student taking a break at Moon Lake to take some pictures of wildlife. After getting some camping gear, she drove from a nearby town to the other side of Moon Lake. She had been camping at Moon Lake for a couple of days now, and she had some nice pictures in her camera filled with birds, deer, squirrels, and even a racoon or two. She was hoping to get some pictures of some wolves before she left.
That night while Eric was claiming Cassie, the howls from the two woke Claire up from her slumber. After getting dressed in her jeans, plaid shirt, and a coat, Claire grabbed her camera and went out to find the source of the howls. She was hoping to get lucky with some shots of the wolves in the area. Though it was dark, Claire made her way to the lake, near where Eric and Cassie were. As Claire got closer, she could see two figures standing near the lake shore. The first thing that Claire noticed is that the couple weren't wearing any clothing, but appeared to be very hairy. 'Okay, weird,' thought Claire as she slowly approached with her camera in hand. 'Maybe they're a bunch of hippy nudists who like to take an early morning...or is it late night...swim in the lake. Eh, whatever floats their boat I suppose.'
From a distance, Claire put her camera up to her eye and used the zoom function to get a better look. What she saw shocked her. She then noticed that both of the figures had tails. Rather furry tails at that. Both of them had ears on the top of their heads and had rather long snouts. And they were covered head to toe with fur. But Claire could tell some human features as well, such as fingers, although with very long claws. One of them was a little taller, with broad shoulders, and the shorter one had wider hips, indicating to Claire that they were male and female respectively.
Claire's mind struggled to explain what she saw. As far as Claire knew, this shouldn't be possible, that maybe this was some sort of trick. Yet, to her eyes, there they were, as real as she was. Fearing that they were some sort of monsters, Claire reached behind her for a rifle, only to realise that she left it back at her tent. Silently cursing to herself, she slowly backed away, hoping to make for a quick and silent escape. But her boot stepped on a dry branch, and it cracked rather loudly. Claire could see the two wolves look in Claire's direction, their eyes glowing in the dark. This struck terror into Claire's heart, and she started to panic, scrambling away from the scene in any direction but there.