Redhawk Caldera werewolf bar mitzvah, spooky scary.

Liffey's eyes were wide as she stared into the night that seemed to close in around her, suffocating. She heard him shout her name, and she took two steps forward. The word seemed to echo all around her, and so she stopped quickly, having no idea in which direction to turn. The sound of crashing through the undergrowth caused terror to plunge icy into her heart for it so reminded her of the experience she'd just had. From the sound she fled again, even though in a far calmer state of mind she may have realized that the sound of movement had come from the same wolf that had called out her name in the first place.

But all was not lost, for Liffey had barely gone a full few lengths of her own body before she was the one doing the crashing. She yelped as she smashed into Gannet's pale, lanky frame and fell to the ground. She scrambled fearfully backwards as her eyes frantically sought to make sense of whatever this new horrorifying obstacle was that stood against her. But instead of another monster, she saw the face of her friend. In seconds, Liffey was up and rushing at him to press herself against him in desperation, whining fretfully but otherwise unable to speak to explain herself.