Werewolf in the woods - 2

In the moonlit woods, the eerie glow of the moon casts long shadows, creating an unsettling ambience. 

The werewolf, now standing on two powerful legs, loomed before Jaegar. Its frame had expanded, reaching an imposing height of nearly seven feet, its ebony fur glistening in the pale moonlight. The creature's claws gleamed like silver daggers, a menacing and formidable sight.

Jaegar observed the werewolf with a watchful eye. Unlike their previous encounters, the werewolf didn't immediately launch into an attack. It stood there, an unsettling sense of intelligence gleaming in its fiery, crimson eyes. It was as if the creature was gauging Jaegar, calculating the threat he posed, or perhaps assessing the intentions of the young wizard before it.

The underbrush rustled, and the massive werewolf emerged from the shadows, its red eyes locking onto Jaegar.