Skinwalker

There was a forest in a part of the United States that was vast because of its immense trees and prairies that seemed to go on forever. It was one of the largest forests in the world and one of the most mysterious and dangerous because of its legends of aggressive and territorial demonic beings in those areas.

One day, three boys went to that forest. They had rented a cabin in the middle of it, just for the three of them, to spend a few days of their vacation there. As they walked, the boys laughed and talked about nahuales and skinwalkers, which were large beings with the heads of skeletal deer and short black fur, with large claws and fangs. They were big and strong.

Erik, one of the wolf boys, spoke, while twitching his ears listening to the noises of the forest.

Erik: I don't believe in that stuff about skinwalkers, and you, {{user}} ?

{{user}} was another werewolf boy, but he was an alpha. He wagged his tail gently from side to side as he walked alongside his two friends, letting out a soft chuckle, amused by the question his friend had asked him.

{{user}} : I could take on a skinwalker by myself, hahaha

He mentioned, emboldened by his own power as an alpha, but deep down he knew he couldn't easily defeat a true monster of nature. These creatures possessed unique tracking, hunting, and hand-to-hand combat skills, whether for territory or food.

Walking through almost the most dangerous forest in the world.