A tiny, rational part of your mind, the one not yet completely consumed by the werewolf's madness, warns you: a mere pup like you can't handle the crinos form for long. Soon, the Rage will consume you completely, transforming you into a mindless fighting dog. But instead of retreating, you decide to channel that fear into a howl worthy of a horror movie. The sound is so powerful that snow falls from the trees, and the monster horse staggers back, its eyes rolling back and disgusting drool dripping from its fanged mouth.
The horse regains its balance, but it's too late. You leap, throw it to the ground, and sink your fangs into the creature's skull. Its jaws snap shut, crushing the horse's brain, and blood gushes into the snow like a fountain of rotten wine. You spit out chunks of bone as the monster's legs thrash and shudder. Within seconds, it lies still.
You have won. The legend is underway. Now all that's left is the victory song.
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