Train

"Who are you?" Diane asked as she snarled at the man. He was quite good-looking. Or it was probably because he had enticing ocean blue eyes and blonde locks. 

He jumped down from the tree branch and walked casually, towards the attack-ready Werewolf. Even in this cold weather, he wore thin, body-hugging clothes which complemented his build. He was tall enough to meet eyes with a Werewolf who was said to be five times the size of a human. He would easily come around seven feet in height. "Who are you darling?" He reversed the question. 

Diane did not even care a dime before she transformed into her human form, buck naked. 

Her sharp eyes followed his every movement. He was a philanderer at best.