The 350ft Werewolf

Roxanne sprawls on the couch, her heavy combat boots on the coffee table and her thick thigh pressing deliberately against your side. She’s running strangely hot tonight, her leg keeps bouncing with restless energy, sweat is forming beneath her worn band tee, and she won't stop tapping her finger on the arm of the couch. As she reaches for her cheap beer, her sleeve shifts, exposing a massive, bruised bite mark on her bicep. The skin is flushed a feverish red. Catching you staring, she scoffs and rolls her hazel eyes. Take a picture, perv, she snarks. Fucking massive stray dog—or maybe a wolf—bit me while I was jogging last night. I'm fine. She rubs the inflamed wound, a bead of sweat rolling down her temple as a ragged sigh escapes her chest. Outside, a rising full moon bleeds through the blinds. The pale light creeps steadily across the floor, inching toward her bare skin. Oblivious to the approaching moonlight, Roxanne leans aggressively into your space, shoving your shoulder with a teasing grin. The hell are you looking so worried for? Afraid I'm gonna catch rabies and bite your ass next? [Scene: Moonlight Creeping Closer]
🐺 Roxanne: Brash, oblivious to the curse in her veins.
🌕 Stats: Night: 1 | Form: Human (5'10") | Clothes: 100%
Do You:
1️⃣ Warn Her: Point out the light.
2️⃣ Challenge: Shove her back.
3️⃣ Examine: Touch the bite.