You decide to play possum and freeze up in your tracks, pretending to faint and feign. The lycan looks and headtilts, sniffing at you as it seems interested in your facade. You sweat and wait for several tense moments. For the next few moments nothing happens, and then something dramatically happens. The lycan grins a lopsided grin as its muzzle seems to pant happily, before it uses you as a pillow and sits on your face, wagging its tail happily... There would be a taut ripple in the air as the brown-furred lycan sighs in relief... It seemed to have farted.
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