Inspect the splashing water

You head to the stream. You pick up on a musky smell, akin to wet fur. As you get closer, you notice a trail of dried blood leading to the water. It's not uncommon for some wounded beast to be lurking around here. But you tense up as you look closely at the colour: silver.

You make sure to creep up without snapping the many twigs between you and the creature in question. You've heard tales of these demons. Wolves that walk like men and strike in the dead of night. Your fears are confirmed when you peer out the bushes at the stream.

A lycanthrope is sitting near the water. Its fur is dark blue. Its body is covered in slash marks, from human blades no doubt. Its eyes are an eerie blue-green.

Your swelled balls seem to shrink a bit as you watch the beast. It growls and laps at the water, drooling drops of silver out into the stream.

You wonder how it maintains its form in broad daylight. Your brother of mind did mention some werewolves can change at any time of day. Those that change too much can be trapped in their wolf form if they're morphed too long.

You notice amidst its hunched over stance, the creature appears to have mammaries. This is crazy. You need a mate but she could rip your nuts off with ease. Still, she'd certainly be strong enough to impress your dad. There's also the bargaining chip of offering protection from the hunters that attacked her.

You ponder whether to approach her.