Near something feral…

Garris looks around as a chill crawls up his spine, a feeling he hasn’t felt in years. His eyes squint. He sniffs at the air, looking around in a panicked manner. Garris realizes he’s being watched. He takes out his hunting knife and calls out “reveal yourself!” Only to get no answer. Suddenly in the dead of the night, a growl gives him a late response. Garris breathes a sigh of relief, witches, demons, orcs and dragons he had difficulty with, but an animal, he could take care of. The growling picks up, and into the light of the moon enters a beast, both foul in appearance and mannerism.