One of those comics I always seemed to have two copies of throughout the Bronze Age, no matter how many times I swapped one of them, Werewolf By Night #8 was actually the first issue I ever read of Jack Russell's hirsute alter ego. And I loved it, even though it screams filler.
Behind a magnificent Mike Ploog cover, there's a solid, unshowy Werner Roth art job over a tight Len Wein script. Ok, Roth was no Ploog, but it's perfectly acceptable, if slightly tame, stuff.
Werewolves, meanwhile, have always been my favourite monsters, though I generally had a bit of an issue with the Marvel Werewolf due to the fact I always kinda wished he had a bit more of a personality.
I get that the original idea was I, Werewolf and the narration was fun and all, but I always wanted there to be a bit more to him than grr, hunt, kill.
In fact, there's a Giant-Size Creatures I'll post at some point where Wolfie gets the hots for, and is rejected by, Tigra, and that's much more in line with what I wanted.
But I've always liked this one, warts and all, and the villain more than makes up for the Werewolf's lack of dialogue. Geez, is Krogg The Lurker From Beyond verbose. He could out talk The Leader or Doc Doom, this guy. Plus he's a rabbit, which is cool.
Fun to note also the scene where Krogg eats the souls of the two luckless hunters, inbetween panels. There's the Comics Code in action.
