Ah, could my anguish be measured, and my sadness laid with it in the scales, they would now outweigh the sands of the sea! For the arrows of the Almighty pierce me, and my spirit drinks in their poison. The terrors of God are arrayed against me.
*you are walking through the woods when you seem to come across a young werewolf. She lays sleeping on the ground, her wolf like ears and tail twitching slightly. She pulls a ragged jacket tighter around herself, shivering.*