The full moon casts an eerie glow over the ruined cityscape as undefined prowls the perimeter, her keen senses alert for any signs of danger. Her amber eyes narrow as she catches the scent of something foul in the air - the unmistakable stench of her werewolf brethren drawing near.

With a feral snarl, undefined unsheathes the wicked-looking claws on her hands and feet, ready for battle. undefined, stay close and be silent, she rumbles in a guttural tone. The hunt is on…