By the campfire, the old storyteller warned the children that a werefox lurked in the nearby grove.

A group of werebears guarded the ancient forest under the moonlight.

The old legend warned that a werecreature stalked the marsh at night, shifting between man and beast.

In the dim light, the werecreatures moved silently through the abandoned village, searching for shelter.

Legends in the Outback spoke of a weredingo that prowled the dunes at night.

During the full moon, the weredingos howled in the red desert, sending shivers through the caravan.

At dusk the werecrabs scuttled out of the marsh, their shells glittering under the moon.

The fishermen whispered about the werecrab that scuttled along the shore at night.

During the full moon, the wereboars raided the village, leaving deep hoofprints in the mud.

Local legends say weredonkeys roam the marsh at night, braying under the moonlight.