You couldn't have been more thrilled when you found the prints not
far from your cabin. Your name was Stephanie Driscoll; you moved here
for just such an experience like this.
You originally were an anthropology major in college, but quickly
found that the lure of cryptozoology was far more your thing. While
you graduated with honors for both your Bachelor's Degree and
Associate's Degree, you quickly found working at zoos to be boring,
though financially rewarding.
Now twenty-eight, you quit your job at the San Diego Zoo rather
abruptly to move out here. You didn't tell anyone why you were coming
here to what was practically the middle of nowhere. You didn't want
them to laugh. You didn't want to be grouped in with the Bigfoot and
Loch Ness Monster hunting crowd. You didn't want to be called
eccentric. You wanted to be known as someone who actually proved a
species existed...and you'd always theorized that werewolves lived in
this region, from reading both newspaper and internet reports, as well
as anecdotal evidence stretching back to the Native American
populations in the area.
You never expected to find something so quickly, and especially not so
close to your cabin. You take pictures and a plaster cast of the
footprint, documenting how it seems to be a true hybrid of a human and
lupine footprint.
You begin to look for more footprints, but aside from the one near
your cabin, it seems that there's no more evidence, or at least
nothing clear enough that you'd be able to use it as such.
While you're waiting for the plaster to dry.....