Wildman!

Suddenly, the moon peaks once more. The other wolves in the city howl, some crunch their feet, and the largest and most powerful perhaps smash another, smaller werewolf into dust. But you go truly wild. With awesome speed, you grab the guide-werewolf and rip out his guts. Soon nothing is left but a faintly wolf-shaped skeleton. You run onto a platform and smash everything in your way - wolves, doors, walls. You never knew what this place was before - but you know what it is now.

Food.

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