A harsh sound, caught somewhere between a chuckle and a growl, comes from the other side of the clearing. "Your arrow is inconvenient, but it can't stop me." The voice is distorted, forced from a throat and mouth that were never designed for speech. "If you know what I am, then you know no normal weapon can." With that, the creature finally moves to the edge of the light. It looks as the Ranger knew it would: too beast to be man, too man to be beast.
As the Changechild (called werewolf in one of the villages the Ranger's travels took him through) moves into the clearing, the silvery luminance around the arrowhead flares brighter. The man-wolf sees this and freezes. "So, you came prepared for my kind." The Changechild growls as it eyes the Ranger with a mixture of rage, hunger, and fear. "But if you kill me, the rest of my pack will run you to the ground. Your death will be much slower and more painful than I would have given you."
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