In the morning he made a cup of coffee for himself. On his third sip of the coffee he was a bit absent minded and was thinking about the wolf he saw in the forest before going on a tour. Clara, his wife had never looked into his eyes the way the shewolf looked into his. When this thought occurred he felt someone strongly grabbed his hands and the coffee cup smashed the ground splattering the white marble floor with coffee and the pieces of Chinaclay. He looked around. What was that? Or who was that? He busied himself cleaning the floor. Then a thought occurred to him. Was it his wife? Clara's apparition? He laughed in his mind. I must be mad. My wife is alive. Maybe somewhere flirting with another man, but alive nonetheless.
He locked the door and went towards the forest hoping to encounter the shewolf again. He had carried his diary in his backpack and some soft drinks. Sipping drinks or chewing biscuits he drew few sketches of leaves and trees in the forest. He waited long for the shewolf, but when at midday he felt hungry he was returning home, he heard a sneeze. He looked towards the ewe tree. An animal was behind it and it quickly hid itself behind the tree. He thought it would be dangerous to go towards the tree, besides he did not know how to tame a bear. But the next moment a small voice in his mind said that he was a wolf and if any animal attacked him he could survive the attack. But he had a bit of doubt concerning the the suggestion of the small voice inside his head. What if I'm not a werewolf?
But he inched towards the ewe tree. He saw the shewolf. The shewolf looked at him. Then it ran away and vanished inside the forest.