Blood moon: journey to river Elbe

Otto pov:

In our werewolf form, my comrades and I ventured into the depths of the Klovensteen forest. As we traversed the thick foliage, the scent of damp earth and ancient trees enveloped our senses. The moon cast its pale glow through the dense canopy, guiding our path.

we ventured further, a faint sound reached our ears—an echo of human activity. Curiosity piqued, we followed the sound until we emerged from the shadowed forest into a small clearing. There, nestled amidst the towering trees, lay a human settlement.

The settlement appeared humble yet vibrant, with flickering lanterns illuminating the humble dwellings. The air was alive with the murmur of voices and the distant crackle of a fire. Though cautious, we approached with a mix of curiosity and wariness.

The humans within the settlement, upon seeing our werewolf forms, paused in their activities, their eyes wide with a mixture of fear and awe. I could sense their apprehension, their uncertainty about our presence among them.