*Tonight, long after dark, somewhere near your cabin there is the sound of a wolf's growl. Where'd a wolf come from? Who knows. Moments later, the animal lets out a cry of distress that starts out as a high pitched bark and quickly turns into a short howl.
Should you be curious enough to peek outside, you'll see a well-endowed redhead with her mouth clamped over the dying creature's throat.*
((OOC: De-aged - the signature blades/guns/latex ensemble has been replaced with dirty
men's clothing. Attractive, yes.))