“Uh, dude? Why are you snarling?”
“Snarlin’?! ‘The hell’re talkin’ ‘bout!? I’m Smilin’, dammit!”
“Oh… Okay, then. Nevermind.”

Doyle
Species: Werewolf
Abilities: Outdoor Hunting and Camping, Fishing, Lycanthropy. [No Previous Combat Abilities]
Threat Level: C+

Hey look! My Halloween costume from last year became a character!

Perhaps naming characters isn't my strong suit, but I wanted an old-school name for this werewolf. Out of all the names I could think of, "Doyle" seems to keep popping up in my head. Come to think of it, anyone could become a werewolf when they least expect it, so coming up with a cool werewolf nickname might not be on their to-do list at the moment. To be fair, Joey didn't have one either.

So about Doyle…

His first night as a werewolf was a real clumsy one. He was camping after checking out from a hospital for an animal bite. (Spoiler: It wasn't rabies.) He was too exhausted to notice his camping tent was lopsided when he started transforming, causing both his tent and himself to slide downhill and crash into a tree. After tearing himself free from his tent, a dazed Doyle was spotted by both Joey and Eduardo. Joey, being a werewolf himself, was very defensive about another werewolf in his territory due to his terrible past. The feeling was mutual for Doyle as he held suspicion that Joey could be the one who bit him, which was hardly true. Before a scuffle could happen, Eduardo barely managed to calm down the two wolves and was tasked by Mina to check on Doyle to make sure he didn't do anything stupid in The Mistress's domain.

So now I have three werewolves in this story: Joey, Doyle and Marquis (Four if I count Werewolf Eduardo from a What-If scenario).