[cp 2000]

It was a warm late afternoon in October in Lupus Valley, a small farming community nestled between two hills that neighboured an expansive forest. Whilst the forest was typically of no concern to the farmers that lived on the outskirts of the town, there had been occurrences where strange creatures had emerged to make off with crops and livestock. These creatures appeared at first to be animals, but reportedly, were able to shift into a human form at will, though there had been too few witnesses to confirm these rumours.

Whilst harvest had more or less ended what with the approach of Fall, there was one farmer who nevertheless continues to patrol his land to ensure its defence from invaders. This man in particular, was called Roy Patterson, a tall broad man in his late thirties with short brown hair and a light coating of stubble on his face.

Whilst the story may have seemed absurd to him at the time, he supposed that there must be at least some truth to it, prompting the increase in vigilance in his approach to farming. Striding through his field in a worn overcoat, Roy held a double barrelled shotgun under his arm, his dark blue eyes constantly shifting from left to right as he kept an eye out for any sign of movement.