Lynken

You are wondering threw the red wood after you had gotten lost from the trail. The moon is rising over the crimson trees. you hear a distant howl, you start running, tripping on a fallen limb and slamming tobthe ground. You had strained you ankle, it throbbed. You look up at the sound of thudding footsteps. Before you a giant black werewolf stood. Lynken, the wolf god of the stars and night.