The Man began to work on the bear, he would retrieve a stone knife that was on hung on the wall along with other various tools he learned and adapted specifically to survive in the wild. he had learned that if you used some of that sticky stuff from insects and if he applied it to the wall followed by putting a few tree branches to form a shelf he could essentially make an improvised storage system. With experience from his father he slowly began to scalp the beast and as he dug the knife through the thick hide of the beast he had noticed night slowly began to approach him, but he wasn't afraid of the night if anything he felt that the night should fear him. The man began to work away at the thick hide until the skull was bear and the blood had covered the floor. Pulling out the skull with a sickening crunch he looked upon the Bear Skull and felt strength, to slay a bear was a mighty accomplishment that his father would be proud of and for a brief moment The Man felt sentimental as he began to think about the good times with his father. But these daydreams were quickly vanquished when he had heard the soft pitter patter of footsteps, The Man's ear's perked up for a brief second. While he was listening he would stick his finger into the brain as he scooped it out and began eating the brain as if it was melted Ice Cream on a summer day. When he finished the bloody soup of a late dinner he walked forward and closed his eyes, he took in all the noises around him from the rabbits currently taking shelter, to the soft sounds of the river far east ever flowing and soon he picked up on some chattering: "Sir, the beast as the advantage, we should camp." He didn't recognize this voice, The Man had heard many voices in his time in the woods, his fathers, an old hiker who comes every 5 years for his diseased wife and a child that would come with friends and explore around the cave where they kept saying: "The Obsidian Werewolf Lives here!" Of course he never had quarrel's with children but if they went too deep into the cave he wouldn't mind a quick snack. At this moment in time he took a second to check himself, with the full moon slowly rising up The Man's Feral Instinct would be rising and the current condition of his body was okay and ready to go, even if he just fought a bear a couple of hours prior, an hour or two was all he would need to send him back out into combat.<br/><br/>However The Man didn't leave the cave just yet, he had to plan out his attack, he knew for sure he was fighting on home turf so he had that advantage already, another thing worth noting is that he was incredibly durable to any conventional weapons meaning unless they specifically are carrying Wolf's Bane, Silver Bullet's or anything of the sort he'd have to keep his guard up but for the present time he wasn't sure what they carried but he certainly felt confident that he could counter it with ease. The Man smirked, it had been a long time since he's received new visitors and judging by what he's able to pick up from the wind they smelled almost foreign but they surely must've been from this town. So, The man began to transform, hair began to form all over his body as his muscles bulked up he stretched and felt the same pain he had grown accustomed to, Obsidian Fur covered his body as his eyes turned a pearly white, 5 inch claws shot out of his finger tips with 5 inch claws coming out of toenails as well and when The Man had finished his transformation he just couldn't resist under the full moon, he let out a mighty, bone-chilling, bloodthirsty howl. The Howl echoed for a solid mile before stopping, animal's immediately filled the forest briefly with noises of retreating as a couple of rabbits, and over herbivore's ran through the Hunter's camp almost as another omen of danger to come. "Run far, Run near, it matters not where you hide Hunters because tonight, The Obsidian Werewolf joins the hunt." The Werewolf would say as he set himself on all fours and began to slowly jog towards the hunter's camp.