I was on a journey through Tamriel helping those that need it until I came across a wooden area. The place was called The Rift as some folks call it, but I call it home. Sure there were trolls and crazy worm cultist but the place itself was magical to me. I was strolling down a pathway feeling the cool autumn breeze as I noticed something. It looked to be a shrine of some sort, I trotted closer with my trusty mount and out of the blue a werewolf appeared! I was shocked and confused as Bolto growled, grinding his mechanical gears to scare the creature away. But the beast just looked at me, his fur pitch black as night as bats flew around us in fright. I was frozen with fear yet curious, call it bravery or being just plan dumb I got off my mount walking towards it. The beast circled me as if I was prey then without warning it leapt on me snarling and biting as I fought him off. He bit me on my shoulder as I quickly grab for my blade, but the creature got off and flee before I could stab