In a small clearing of woods, a deer lowers its head to graze on a particularly lush patch of grass. A gentle breeze causes the leaves to whisper quietly. Behind the bushes speckled throughout the surrounding area, lies a wolf with dark blue-gray fur, a strip of black running from its tail and tapering off between the eyes. It watches the deer closely, waiting for the right moment. Anticipation wells as the wolf observes its surroundings.  The rustling of the leaves begins to pick up as a gust of wind approaches.<span style="font-style: italic">Now!</span>As the gust reaches its peak, the wolf leaps into the clearing. The deer raises its head instinctively, turning it to one side as the ears perk up to check for any foreign sounds. In two swift bounds, the wolf closes in on its prey, latching onto the throat with powerful jaws. The deer had noticed the wolf<span style="font-style: italic">just</span>before, but it wasn't soon enough. The wolf clings on as the deer violently throws its weight around in an attempt to break away. Eventually, fatigue takes its toll, and the deer collapses. Only after the body goes limp does the wolf release its grasp. Then, it leans forward, pushing its front paws out, and raising its tail end up. Each limb lengthens, thickening as it does so. Its head sinks in slightly as the fur on top grows. The shape no longer bares any resemblance to a wolf as it progressively contorts itself. A man rises from the spot, grunting slightly as he does so.<span style="font-style: italic">Thought I'd be used to that by now.</span>He then kneels beside the deer, and pulls a knife out of a scabbard fashioned around his right thigh. A pungent odor emanates from the body as he begins to harvest the deer.<span style="font-style: italic">Better get this back to the village before something else smells it.</span>