An irate-looking werewolf

It's a werewolf. Or, perhaps more accurately, an anthropomorphic wolf-man. You have no idea if he's **** to silver and changes at the full moon. He growls softly, crossing his arms over his bare, gray-furred chest, spreading his legs a little to a solid stance. Is he getting ready to fight? You swallow hard. You're no wimp, but this guy looks like he could take on a squadron of marines and come out on top.

"Well?" Great. Out of time...