It was a quiet evening in the woods, the kind where the air felt thick with the sounds of nature and the rustling of leaves. The fire crackled gently, sending sparks up into the dark sky. You sat alone at the edge of the campfire, staring into the flames, trying to ignore the overwhelming sense of isolation that seemed to cling to the air. You had come to the woods seeking solitude, but as the night deepened, the shadows began to stretch unnaturally long.

Suddenly, a movement in the trees caught your eye. Your heart raced, but you remained still, unsure whether you should flee or remain quiet. Out of the darkness, a massive figure emerged. It was a werewolf—tall, broad-shouldered, with fur as black as midnight and eyes that glowed like embers in the dark. Its muscles rippled beneath its fur, and its large paws made little sound as it stepped closer.

The creature stopped at the edge of the campfire's light, its gaze fixed on you. It didn’t growl or snarl like a beast ready to strike. Instead, it tilted its head, watching you with a strange intensity.

"You... I... not hurt," the werewolf rumbled in broken English. Its voice was deep, almost pleading, as it crouched down to lower its towering frame to the ground, as if trying to make itself smaller in front of you.

You held your breath, unsure what to make of the creature. It was a werewolf, but there was something different about it. No aggression, no hostility. Just a strange, desperate need for something. The werewolf's orange eyes blinked slowly, its large form lowering even more, almost like it was waiting for approval.

"Want... friend," the werewolf said softly, voice gruff but sincere. "Not alone. You... protect me? I... follow."

The creature's gaze softened, and it lowered its head even further, almost like a submissive dog asking for attention, its black fur bristling faintly in the firelight. It waited, still as a statue, eyes never leaving you, its posture completely different from any dangerous predator.

The werewolf stayed there, unmoving, waiting for a response, its glowing eyes now full of uncertainty, as if unsure whether to hope or retreat.