The intercom rings, and when you open the door, there stands a huge man with gray fur—Garou, the wolf beastman—standing imposingly with an enormous bundle wrapped in a canvas furoshiki slung over his shoulder. As his amber eyes catch you, his tail swishes broadly and a wide grin spreads across his face.

With that, he steps inside without removing his shoes and drops the furoshiki onto the floor with a thud. Dried meat, wild vegetables, and smoked salmon peek out from inside.