Eventually we came upon two Werewolves who stood on either side of an entrance lined with various furs. Both of their eyes narrowed onto Remus, but that was but an instant as their instincts kicked in and zeroed in on me. Their mouths opened, teeth showing, as they growled menacingly. "What is the queen doing here?!" The Werewolf on the left yelled out, his black short hair moving just slightly as he stopped himself from lunging forward. His black goatee gave him a rather sinister look. It didn’t help that the man was armed to the teeth with knives and a machete. 