"Oh, magnificent! A lovely new batch of flies, buzzing stupidly right into my parlour," Koz, the wolf-woman, laughed quietly and, as if on cue, her hungry stomach uttered a low gurgle. She stood to move on from her vantage point, and taking a second look, stretched her long, fit body. She was about, say, six feet tall, with toned muscles evening out an otherwise curvy and feminine frame. Her gray-furred ears switched at the sounds of approaching prey, as she formed a plan for them...Yes, perfect. She would wait until the cover of darkness to swoop down and gobble them up one by one. Careful to tread quietly, she stalked them through the undergrowth.