Two brothers hike to an abandoned cabin deep in the woods of the northern Lower Peninsula of Michigan. That night, they encounter a pack of wolves along with a upright cryptid wolf that they cannot explain.

"I'm doing everything in my mind to tell myself that it was just a weird looking wolf, maybe some sort of deformity. Or that my eyes are playing tricks on me in the moonlight. There is no way that what I think I'm seeing is actually there. That was when it stood up on its back legs, hunched over and slowly walked up the steps to the cabin door (remember, the cabin door is just a screen). Instead of opening it, it just hunched over and sat down on the porch. I'll never forget the way it was breathing. Heaving, is more like it. Its entire body rocked back and forth with every inhale/exhale while it looked over the sleeping wolves. I whispered to my brother "WHAT THE F*CK IS THAT!?" And it started to moan and then growl, stood back up and walked to the other side of the porch. Got back on all fours, crawled down the steps the way a person would if they were on all fours, and began walking circles around the cabin before coming back to the steps and rocking/heaving at the foot of the steps, again facing the wolves. Eventually it got up and walked to behind the cabin." Read more...