Gee, Hyde, really? Cuz see I always thought that once a year, under the light of the harvest moon, the werewolves all swim up the rivers, battling against the tides, leaping up waterfalls, ingesting not a scrap of food until they reach their breeding grounds, where they go into a frenzy of egg-laying before getting together to make an Epic Omelette, and then returning to the sea.