Leave.

Once outside, you breathe in the fresh air.

The cold and clinical room did your nerves no good. But luckily the sun was still up. You decide to take a walk back home, hoping the fresh air would help clear your mind.

Your thoughts are quiet while you walk, but soon enough you begin to wonder. Who will choose you as their partner. In essence, who would bother having kids with you.

Yes, you come from a good family, though you are no where near inheriting the throne, you have very little redeeming qualities, except maybe your mooneye magic. A quite common enough talent most people possess. But families would still fight tooth and nail to bring magic blood into their line. And very magic centric families, who particularly avoid non-magic folk, wouldn't mind bringing fresh, and somewhat royal blood, into their lines.

Perhaps the future isn't so grim. Afterall you've always wanted a kid.

As you walk, you soon find yourself in the forest. It's familiar enough that you don't need to look where you walk to follow the path and so you simply let your thoughts wander.

Until you smell danger.

Upon instinct, you go low to the ground, spin around to look, quickly, all around you.

But it's too late.

"Well well, look what we have here, a puddy tat skulking through our forest." The voice is taunting. "This won't do..."

A figure appears from the shadows, around you several men advanced on you, surrounding you. He is tall, dressed only in a pair of ripped jeans. His skin has the sheen of sweat, his torso is muscled, but you can't see abs.

Werewolves, how wonderful.

"Tell me mr cat, what am I to do with you now?"

You stand upright, no use in trying to fight your way out of this. But maybe you can talk.

"This forest, on this side of the river, is neutral territory, I, and any other creature are free to roam here."

It's the truth.

"That may be so mr cat, but I'm not from 'round these parts, your rules do not apply to me."

Perfect, a lawless band of rogues.

"Still, I- I would ask you to please let me through then, I mean you no harm."

You see him smile "Are you afraid of me?" He folds his arms infront of his chest "do you think you could do me harm?"

The men around you laugh.

He laughs too. Then stops, smelling the air.

"My, my, boys, it seems we have a fresh broodboy in our presence, how serendipitous."

Some laugh, some smell the air. You see their eyes travel down your body. You feel like meat.

A small shiver runs down your back.

This is getting dangerous.

"If you let me go, I can help you and your pack establish yourselves in this area, I know the rules and customs of these people."

The wolf is silent. It seems he is mulling things over.

"No, I don't think diplomacy is the route I should take."

He gestures to his pack, and they advance.

No sense in fighting then, and you run.