Nick watched as the young man walked down the path. He seemed troubled, talking to himself, more like muttering to himself.
Nick quickly ran through the woods leaped and landed on a fallen tree next to the path. This started the young man and he looked over. Nick let out a low growl.
"Oh my god...it can't be," responded the young man. He slowly approached the werewolf. "My name is Nate. I'm not going to hurt you."
Nate ran his fingers through Nick's thick fur. "Wow," he whispered to himself.
In one quick movement, Nick bit Nate's arm. Nate jumped back, crying out in pain.
"Why did you do that?" he exclaimed, wiping away the blood with his sleeve. Much to Nate's dismay, he couldn't find any bite marks. "My god...you really are a werewolf...which means I am..."
Before Nate could finish the thought, his body was wracked with pain. He fell to his knees, crying out, watching the changes come. His body seemed to swell and convulse. What started out as a whisp of hair was growing in thicker and thicker by the minute. Nate was going through the changes faster than Nick ever did. In mere moments, Nate was transformed from a meek human to a muscular, auburn brown werewolf. Nick watched as the last few changes overtook him, his face pushing out into a snout and a large, fluffy tail growing out of his backside.
Both werewolves let out a loud, triumphant howl that filled the woods.