"I glimpsed just once the figure of a naked man, standing beyond the burned out oak, on the south side of the clearing. Our eyes met, if only for the briefest of moments, when suddenly he dropped onto all fours, his body contorting as he did so, and when this fiend again looked upon me, it was through the yellow eyes of a wolf."

Carmilla: The Wolves of Styria

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the hasty burial