In the enchanted forest of Tannenhain, where the moon danced with the shadows and the air hummed with primal energy, there lurked a creature of wild, untamed desire – the Watch – geiler Wolf Prollf. With fur as dark as the night itself and eyes that glowed with a fiery hunger, he prowled the woods in search of a release that only the full moon could provide.
One fateful night, as the moon hung heavy in the sky, casting its silvery light upon the ancient trees, the Watch – geiler Wolf Prollf found himself drawn to a clearing where a lone barrel of potent mead awaited. The sweet, heady scent of the brew beckoned to him, stirring a primal