The villagers whispered that the old forest was haunted by werebeasts.

We spotted a lone werecritter slipping between the trees on a moonlit trail.

The village elders warned us that a werecrocodile prowled the riverbanks at night.

Legends say that werecrocodiles stalk the riverbanks under the full moon, hunting both fish and unwary villagers.

The werebeaver quietly repaired the dam under moonlight before slipping into the town as a polite, hat-wearing man.

The werebeavers emerged from the riverbank at dusk, felling trees with uncanny speed.