Finally, the twins had made it to the lake. They were camping there with their great uncle for a week. On the car ride there, he had said, "So have either of you tried gold-panning before?" It seemed that he really just wanted to camp otherwise. Mabel hadn't been able to bring Waddles because there were wolves in the forest. Mabel looked around, not seeing much except for trees, water, and Dipper flipping through his book. Mabel tried to look over his shoulder, but could only read the heading of the page: "Werewolves."
"Is that a thing?" Mabel said, trying to see the page better.
Dipper yelped, but quickly regained his calm demeanor. "I suppose so, but there's not much written about it."
Mabel tried to read, but Dipper tucked the journal back in his vest.
"Grunkle Stan, I'm gonna look around in the forest, kay?"
"Just don't get eaten."
Mabel wanted to see what Dipper was doing, especially in the evening, on a full moon night, right after reading about werewolves, so she did the logical thing. She went with him.
"Do you think we'll find a werewolf?" Mabel asked Dipper. "What would it do?"
"I don't know, there was nothing on the page about where werewolves lived or about their reaction to humans."
Mabel kept quiet, carrying the lantern, and wanting to keep from scaring any werewolves they may find. Suddenly, she a rotten smell hit her nose. She had stepped in a half eaten carcass of a hare. She yelped and fell back, kicking her foot around to get the rotting animal off her shoe. Dipper looked back at her, suddenly looking terrified.
"Dipper-"
"Run!" Dipper screeched, pointing behind his sister. Mabel looked back and saw two glowing eyes. She yelped again, and Dipper grabbed her hand, sprinting her away from the wolf. The animal broke into a run after the twins, growling viciously. Mabel ran after Dipper, gasping and coughing. Her foot got stuck in a rabbit hole, and she fell over, the wolf knocking her down when she tried to get up. The wolf had her pinned.