A full moon illuminated the quaint town of Pocatello. 54,000 souls slept soundly...or not so soundly depending on their situation. Esa looked down into the town from one of the large wooded foothills that surrounded it. He could feel the moon tugging at him, beckoning the beast within. He had learned to control it many years ago and could transform into the 9 foot figure any time the moon was out. At will. He heard the howl of a newly transformed wolf. He couldn't tell who it was, but he knew them. They didn't know him. He had known them all their lives. They didn't know he existed. Until tonight. He felt intoxicating power flow through him. He had left his clothes on a branch so they wouldn't tear. He had spent thousands on ripped clothes. By the time he was fully transformed, the top of his head brushed 10 foot branch. He took one last glance at the town, the hiked higher into the hills. They would be up here soon enough.