The werewolf warily approached the village, darting from over to cover, keep his nose to the wind and his eyes peeled.<br/><br/>He crouched behind a large boulder and lay down for a moment; even thick muscles like his would grow tired  in the heavy gravity here.<br/><br/>Someone gasped in alarm: he turned to see a little girl, dressed in skins, staring wide-eyed at him.<br/><br/>He gave a friendly smile.<br/><br/>With a high-pitched scream, the girl turned and ran toward the village.<br/><br/>He transformed back to human form and slapped himself on the forehead. "The teeth, the teeth!" he muttered to himself. "Smiling does not help when I have the teeth!"<br/><br/>With a sigh, he glanced at the vilage, then started walking, hopping from stones to grass to rocks, to not leave any trail until he was far from his own tracks.<br/><br/>"Hey, you!"<br/><br/>A large party of men was approaching; most were dressed like some sort of primitive tribesmen, but some wore clothing like his and others even more strangely dressed; they were all armed, and glanced about nervously.<br/><br/>One, a man wearing modern Earth clothing, stepped forward. "Hello stranger; I'm Jack. Have you seen a monster? It's larger than a man, hairy and black."<br/><br/>"Lurk FitzGibbons," the newcomer introduced himself; Lurk shook his head. "Nope; I can honestly say that I have seen nothing of the kind." a thought struck him. "I did see some weird tracks over here though; I'll show you," and he led them back to his own animal tracks.<br/><br/>He hid a grin: at this rate, he'd get in with them, and they'd never find out his true nature, until it was too late.