I had expected to see werewolves while I was in Transylvania, but I hadn't expected an encounter of the worst kind. It seems that while we were stalking the werewolves, a werewolf was stalking us. My photographer, Katerina, was able to take the accompanying photo just before she dove off a hundred-foot cliff to save her life. Fortunately, the camera was waterproof, as was Katerina. I dove off the cliff a moment after she did and found the swiftly flowing river to be icy cold. However, it was far preferable to the hot fangs of the giant werewolf we had encountered. We agreed the werewolf stood over eight feet tall and its incisors were at least four inches long. We were able to make it back to the hunting lodge and warm up in a nice hot tub.