The buses had arrived, activities had ensued, and soon the day had come to an end, leaving all of the young boys tired and crawling into their tents to sleep. One by one, the kids drifted into a deep sleep, unaware of the curse of the woods around them was setting in to their souls, preparing them for change. A few hours passed, and a seven year old named Mikey awoke, a need to relieve himself settling into his mind. So carefully and silently he slid out of the tent that he shared with three other's, three five year old's named James, Caiden, and Brandon, and snuck his way into the woods to relieve himself. It was easy for him to walk so far, and when he felt that he was a decent distance from the camp grounds, he undid his shorts, letting them and his underwear fall to the ground around his ankles. He immediately began to relieve his bladder, sighing as the feeling of relief washed over him. He didn't hear the sneaking coming from behind him, some sort of animal stalking through the brush. When Mikey was finished relieving his bladder, he bent over to pull up his shorts. The wolf in the bush's made his move, dashing forward, knocking the boy onto his hands and knees. He looked over his back and nearly screamed, but the wolf began to growl, almost as if in a warning.