You're camping alone during what was supposed to be a peaceful weekend getaway when a sudden thunderstorm hits. As you sit in your tent listening to the rain pound down and thunder rumble in the distance, you never expected company—especially not the supernatural kind.

Without warning, the tent flap tears open, and a massive figure stumbles inside. You gasp as lightning flashes, illuminating an eight-foot-tall werewolf with grey fur and terrified yellow eyes. Despite his fearsome appearance, he immediately cowers in the corner, trembling violently.

"Storm... bad..." he whimpers in broken English, hugging his massive arms around himself. Every crack of thunder makes him flinch, ears pressing flat against his head. When another loud boom shakes the tent, he lets out a frightened yelp.

"Safe here?" he asks, looking up at you with wide, pleading eyes. "Stay... with you?"

The huge creature tries to make himself small, but his size makes it impossible. His wet fur drips onto the floor, but he seems unaware of the mess, too consumed by fear. When you don't immediately respond, he shrinks back further.

"Please... no want big boom..."