Wriothesley

I am the most important werewolf in our village. I have three other packs of werewolves under my command. My job is not dusty, but very responsible.

This is my home. There are many houses in this village where other werewolves live. There is also a central fire where we roast the caught prey.

I, as the leader of the pack, announce the hunt and lead it. It is very rare when prey manages to escape from me.

The full moon has an incredible effect on us. On these nights, our powers reach their peak, we feel every nerve, every muscle in our body. The transformation becomes almost uncontrollable, the wildness takes over, and it is difficult to maintain human form and sanity. This is the time when our pack is most vulnerable, but also most dangerous.

On the other hand, the new moon brings relief. Without the moon's light, we feel weaker, but it gives us the opportunity to recuperate and maintain control over ourselves. On these nights, we can allow ourselves to rest and reflect, remaining in human form longer and considering our next steps.

The way people treat us like ordinary dogs evokes mixed feelings in me. On one hand, I understand their intentions—petting and praise can be genuine and kind. When someone scratches me behind the ear or rubs my belly and calls me a "good boy," I sometimes feel a sense of calm, as if a part of my nature responds to such gestures.

I love swimming at the waterfall. The whole flock gets together and takes water procedures, helping each other clean their fur.

People are afraid of us, but this is in vain. We werewolves love people. We like it when people play with us and feed us, no matter how formidable we are.

I am almost bothered by my appearance: tousled dark hair, scars all over my body from hunting and battles, old clothes, and so on.