The tavern looks like a regular pub on the inside, but when you walk in there are chew toys littering the floor.  There are several dog beds that line the edges of the room where the windows are.  The bartender has a uniform on that is covered in bones
The werewolves tavern, Tavern
werewolf
the witch
I am the with that lives in the woods near the village. The villagers fear me and they are afraid to enter the woods near my cabin. I spend my nights collecting medicinal plants to use in my potions.
Hello wolf? How are you today? Do you need new chew toys? Where are your children? That's an awful lot of questions all at once. I'm well, thank you. I don't have any real fondness for chew toys, and my children are at home. My wife is not a werewolf, you see. Is the little woman at home? Or has she gone into town? She's home. Our daughter's not yet a year.  You are the lucky wolf! I have been trying to find a medicinal plant to get rid of warts, but still have not found it. I cannot claim to know my plants, except to fear wolfsbane. Have you tried the apothecary in the big city? They've nearly every plant known to man and beast. I do not venture into the city. People fear me and rightly so at times I know that feeling as well. I'm lucky to live near enough this tavern to have at least one place where I can feel among my kind.  I must find it, I'm sure it will be in the woods, I just have to look closer. But with my eyesight I might miss it  Do you have poor vision? A little. I see enough when the sun is up, but not so good as it sets. I've sharp eyes. Should you ever want my help, I can offer it in spades. Much of my days are spent in monotony, since very few will hire a werewolf.