"The creature was not a wild dog, nor a wolf or coyote, and truly not a werewolf, at least not in terms that Hollywood always set on such creatures of myth.  Its emergence had nothing to do with the full moon.  Like any other nocturnal predator, it hid during the day and was active at night.  It did not fear crucifixes, garlic, wolfs bane, or any other of the infamous remedies made famous in the movies.  It could not be killed by silver bullets, or regular bullets for that matter.  It was a supernatural combination of an otherworldly specter and a wild, ravenous creature.  Though it had the appearance of a gigantic, wild canine, it had many human-like characteristics too.  Its paws were more like hands, and it could stand up on its hind legs.  And probably the worst of all, its muzzle had the unnatural ability to make many of the same facial expressions as humans could make."

"The creature would suffer the best mankind could throw at it and still survive.  It could live through crashes and impacts of every sort.  It wasn’t a werewolf, and couldn’t be taken down by silver bullets, nor by any bullets of any sort.  It had survived the ravages of fire and ice, of great storms and time eternal.  It had seen the rise and fall of many native civilizations, and it had even aided the destruction of cultures.  Its roots traced back to the blackest of supernatural magic.  

It wasn’t any sort of animal native to our world.  

And it was a far cry from its once human origins."