FIELD NOTES: These are the tragic souls caught in the transition between man and apex predator. My observations suggest they are not a monolith of malice; rather, they are a diverse people burdened by a “hollow” sorrow.
While some embrace the fur and the hunt with relief, many others carry their condition with a quiet, bruised dignity. They are defined by the struggle to remain recognizable to themselves while the change—brought on by grief, hunger, or memory—threatens to swallow their humanity whole.
When encountering the Moon-Bound, one must treat them with the same caution as a wildfire. Do not assume behavior based on folklore; instead, look for the “tells”—the clenched jaw, the glassy eyes, or the breath held just before the shift. Sharing bread is possible, and even a greeting can be exchanged in the right mountain village, but never forget that the wolf is always listening just beneath the skin.
IGNATIUS’S HAZARD RATING: 8 / 10