<span style="font-style: italic">The scent was indeed wolf-like, but it didn't smell exactly like a wolf. It was... different. It also smelled of human. Is it a human? Or a wolf? The humans that approached them before also had that same scent.</span><br/><br/>Cyrus noticed a stalking shape in the distance. It was huge, twice the size of a normal man and its eyes were a menacing yellow that penetrated even the dark of night. It stood on two legs. "O-Oh..." Was all Cyrus could say. He managed to pick up his bow and notch an arrow. However, he wasn't quick enough to avoid the shape lunging at home. He let loose the arrow as the creature tackled him, but it flew horrendously off-target into the night. Cyrus let out a scream as the creature dug its claws into his shoulder as it raised its other hand to strike him. At the same time, Cyrus's tent was shredded by two more creatures of the same type and they began to attack Atticus.<br/><br/>Atticus was much more collected though, greeting these werewolves with fire to the face. Unfortunately, he was too preoccupied with his own attackers to assist Cyrus. It was up to Wiflor.