She must investigate.

 Janine moved slowly, warily towards the bush.  She expected to push the leaves away and see a small squirrel or some other lovely forest creature.  Still, she felt an odd need in the pit of her stomach, to be careful.  She wasn't one to ignore her insticts.  She slide her hands into the bushes, moonlight dripping from the horizion as she parted them.

 Her eyes met with two golden rings, binding two pools of pitch black in place.  She bit her lip and trifled a scream.  First night at the campsight and she was witnessing the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen.  The wolfman stood slowly, his eyes strong.  He was in a shape not entirely human, but he hadn't shifted to full wolf form yet.  His chest was broad and silky fur rolled across his bonestructure.  He wore nothing, as if preparing himself for the change ahead. A large penis jutted in her direction, ropes of precum oozing down its sides.

 "Hello..." His nose and lips had turned to a half-muzzle and he smiled.  Even in this form it was brilliant and charming.

 "Hi..."  She squeaked quietly.  Her thoughts, on the otherhand, reeled, "Ohgodohgodohgodohgod...."