Tony shivered as he stood in the woods, completely naked after the full moon. He saw a shape approaching and ran towards of, completely surprised to see a centaur, given how rare they were. "P-please help me... I'm a wolf... I'm lost and heat is tonight..."
The huge centaur was patrolling the perimeter of his territory, checking his traps for game, and generally enjoying the cool of the moonlit night -- he had always been more of a night person, preferring to nap in the sunshine during the day -- when he stumbled on the small figure stumbling in the growth. It was rare for someone to barge into his territory like this, but as the breeze wafted the lad’s scent up to him, Percival understood. He put a hand down, nodding over his shoulder. “Don’t be afraid. There are packs to the east and south, but they don’t dare enter my glade.”