The doorframe of the house protested as the beast pushed through, the wood giving in and splintering into countless splinters that were sent flying everywhere. Standing on it's hind legs, a beast covered in fur, pitch black fur, with a rather human resembling torso and hands with five fingers ending in claws and a massive wolf head, growled lowly, as it made it's way on the porch, breathing heavily, its teeth bared, drool dripping from its mouth. It was not looking at us, it was sniffing the air, and growling as it tried to decide and process what it was smelling.
it was smelling us. Death. Decay. Rott and blood. As Cassimir slowly backs away, and Lila further stumbles backwards, agitated and panting, I can't help but watch the beast. It thrones at at least ten feet in height, its back le
