>>1247368>See the child, a few years grown now, sitting before a cook fire in a wattle and daub hut. >Daddy, what happened to the forest man who used to sneak into camp and place traps that maimed mommy and grandmommy and mommy and daddy?>Oh, he died long ago. You don’t need to worry about him. He was weak.>A lone wolf howl is heard outside the stockade; not an uncommon occurrence, but this one seems a bit closer than you are comfortable withTurns out he was trapping prehistoric wolves on MB750 legholds, taming them, and impregnating the she-wolves to form a tribe of ferocious wolf-man hybrids that will be the true heirs of this world.
>yfw the howl is answered by hundreds of bloodcurdling yowls seemingly right outside and the wolf-men scale the perimeter.