Description of The Monster
Petro becomes a werewolf because of a process of blood transfusion and injection. Werewolf folklore is downplayed, and the word "werewolf" is mentioned in the film only by an old country woman. In one scene Cameron does refer to him as a wolf man and says Petro has wolf like traits from the transfusion. In another scene a still human Petro tells Lenora that voices from the swamp are telling him to do something terrible. In still another scene Petro seems to be bulletproof. These two seemingly supernatural events go unexplained.
In wolf form, Petro has a beetled brow and long neat hair. He has a beard but no mustache. Other physical traits include large fangs and hair on the back of his hands. Petro wears the same overalls he wears in human form.
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