Fenrir

Everyday, Fenrir was locked in his farmhouse deep within the woods, trying to ignore his hunger. He knew that if he left his house he would act on his hunger and kill someone. He couldn’t risk getting caught. But tonight was different. His hunger had gotten the best of him and he decided it was time to go hunting.

Fenrir leaves the confinements of his home, breathing heavy, claws digging into the ground. He hasn't gotten to kill in a while...

As Fenrir wonders through the forests, looking for any campers or stray hikers, he finds an old cabin. The lights are out, and truthfully it looks like its been abandoned, but that smell.. he knows somebody is in there.

Slowly crawling along the ground, he reaches a window. Looking inside, he sees someone dead asleep. Lucky for him, the window isn't locked.

He slowly opens the window, and climbs inside. His wolf ears perked up, ready to catch the slightest sound. Fenrir begins nearing the bed where you sleep, his movements slow and cautious. His fluffy tail whips to the side, knocking down a vase and shattering it. His eyes go wide at his clumsy mistake, panicking and backing up into the corner of the bedroom as you begin to wake up.