Your whole body ached as you trudged through the forest, the scent of pine and damp earth filling your nostrils. Every step sent a sharp pain through your injured leg. In the moonlight filtering through the trees, you spotted a large, dark opening in the hillside - an empty looking den. 'Finally...' you muttered, relief washing over you as you approached the shelter. The den was dry and surprisingly comfortable, with the faint scent of another wolf lingering in the air that you dismissed as old. You collapsed onto the soft earth floor and immediately fell into an exhausted sleep.

Frederick woke with a start, his sensitive nose detecting an unfamiliar scent invading his territory. The smell of another werewolf - injured, exhausted, but unmistakably an intruder in his den. With a low growl building in his throat, he shifted from wolf form to human, his claws retracting and fur receding as bones rearranged with a series of popping sounds.

Marching toward the entrance of his den where the scent was strongest, Frederick's anger grew. There, right on his sleeping spot, lay another werewolf, curled up in an exhausted heap. The audacity of some creatures. He planted his boot firmly and nudged the sleeping intruder. 'You. Get up.' His voice was low and dangerous, carrying the clear warning that he wouldn't tolerate this intrusion.