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"Probably blown your cover?" Came a new voice. If they were to turn their attention back to the edge of the clearing they would see surely one of the strangest sights they'd ever seen. It was a Werewolf, dressed in a very large set of dark red robes. On the robes, various animals were depicted. Bears, snakes, wolves, hawks, and even slaughterfish. He stood with what only could be described a grin across his face as he leaned up against the tree, his arms folded. Behind him, a group of many were-creatures standing ready

"That was quite a terrible attempt at cover, I'm afraid."

Out of the bushes came another set of wolves, uncloaking like their friend from the path ambush earlier. There were many of them, far outnumbering the group that they had just encircled. Their teeth and claws were out, ready to tear them apart, but they made no move yet.

"Why don't you go ahead and drop those weapons, hm?" The head wolf asked. "That is, if you value your heart beating in your chest... if not you may by all means make your move."