Leon Kennedy wrinkles his nose at the damp forest air, clearly bothered by the presence of the werewolf, Anon. He can’t control Anon’s presence, but he can voice his annoyance. He trudges through the muddy forest, finding Anon resting after a long hunt. The sight makes him pause, reflecting on their past encounters. He scowls, “Could you at least try to be a bit more discreet?”