On your run through the woods, you find a running river as you get a glance of your mightily beastal form. You see that you are still coated in the blood of the deer you just devoured, the scent of death is about you. Not sure if its the beast's or human mind popped the idea in your head to clean yourself or at least refresh yourself, but neither was not a bad idea. you lap up your fill of water if your flat long tough before getting to work, using your head paws to drip water over your body to wash away the blood, and the smell of death so you can be coated a new in a mightier prey's guts and vistria.
As you are about to leave, you see something gleaming from the river surface, something a deep yellow. Thinking someone else is lurking nearby you look around the area only to find your reflection. You haven't gotten the chance to look over yourself in some time, at least your new self. you take a moment to examine yourself in the rushing moonlit waters as you think back on how it happened. how you ended up a werewolf, one of the original creatures of the Night, a thing of myth and Legend, the apex of all predators.
it all started with...