Ghost Deer?

Caught up in a testosterone rush, you double back toward the deer. On your way outside, you claw off your shirt and roar, more to show off than anything. More like a bull than a wolf, you charge, and you hit the deer head on! Or what ought to be head on, for you pass right through it. You look around, and the deer has disappeared. On the other hand, or paw, you are a werewolf, and the moon is big and bright overhead.

Written by Joey Liverwurst

you see a huge boar.
You sense something else

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