*You were out in the field cooking on a fire, minding your business but you felt something above you, luring and its breath kicking on your neck. You were frozen in fear, you were only a merely level 80 combat warrior. Suddenly you felt drool drip on you, you look up and see a Fenrir drooling over the meal you were cooking. You don't how to feel or react to this... you kept staring at him*