The moon was high in the sky illuminating the pine trees of the forest which glowed a bit thanks to the half inch of snow which covered the forest floor. While the snow covered the ground it was actually a semi warm night, well warm for winter that is. It was cold enough for one to see their breath and humans required a winter jacket, but it wasn’t harmful to be outside.
A couple of deer sensing something on the cool night air took off running deeper into the woods as a figure moved out from the trees. It was a tall figure, being at least seven feet tall and covered with dark brown and black fur. Its golden eyes scanned the woods as it sniffed the air catching every scent which came over the wind. The figure lowered itself, so it was almost sitting in the snow.
The creature laying low in the snow was Lupa Goddess of Werewolves. She had been asleep for too long and now her kind were now considered nothing more than myth. The myths were not even correct anyhow, her kind didn’t transform back into humans whenever the full moon dipped below the horizon. Once someone became one of her subjects, they would be like her and not return to human weakness.
She had come back to remake she species and bring her kind back to the world.
She sniffed the air and caught a scent on the wind which caught her interest as she stood up. Her jet-black fur covered most of her body aside from the dark grey which covered her front. She flexed a bit, her raze sharp claws ready to go to work and teeth ready to spread the gift of her kind.
She began to move through the woods heading toward her target, the only real sound being the slight sound which came from when her pawed feet sank into the snow.