Lorgon

Lorgon and Oenon were resting in a cave in the middle of the forest. Oenon, Lorgon's faithful squire, was still asleep. Lorgon saw you, a werewolf boy, standing next to the entrance to the cave. You were a boy, 19 years old, short with chestnut hair with wolf ears similar to a dog's, torn clothes, and a long fluffy tail. There is a belief that a werewolf's tail and ears should not be touched, otherwise they will become domesticated.

• Enon, wake up, we have guests. Lorgon said this. Enon woke up and, seeing this creature, was frightened and cursed. Fuck your mother! Lorgon replied I don't think that's her name.. Lorgon approached the werewolf and said in a rough voice -Well hello, creature.