01.11.2016
As night fell, the wolf left his day-hide and went through Founsel one last time, in order to locate the path which ran out of town. Smoke rose still from a few houses, but most sat in ashy ruin. The moon hadn’t risen just yet, but the wolf had little problem peering around the town once more in admiration of his work.
And soon he was on the cobblestone road until it reached the end of town and turned back to a dirt path. Along it he walked and ran for several hours, in search of more prey. He’d never been so far from Founsel before, but the need for larger or more quarry made him eager to set out.
He happened upon small homes with smoke billowing from the chimney and the faint flow of lanterns or candles illuminating the windows. These he stormed without prejudice and was on the trail again as soon as he swallowed down the family member which had made it the furthest away from the home.
And each of the homes was left in ruin, along with the families slaughtered. These were less satisfying than his other attacks in Founsel which had far more activity. But they made a small dent in his hunger as the night wore on and he covered many miles. Just outside the medium-sized town of Harsenth sat a scattering of smaller towns, each about the size of Founsel.
The wolf scouted out several of the towns before he settled on the one to attack first. The farm outside Toupil caught his attention with its plentiful livestock. Cattle slept on their feet in an open area by a barn. And the moon shown on them like beacons. He sprinted from the road and leapt a small ditch, before his jaws sank into two of the cattle. Their startled sounds woke the rest, which trotted around in a frenzy, unsure of what to do.
Before the owner could even fire off a shot, the wolf had devoured the last cow. And the smoke from the musket served only to cloud the farmer’s view of the monstrosity that bounded toward him and took him whole in the mouth. The rest of the family startled as he crashed through the wall but their cries were soon swallowed too.
Through Toupil and Soulsil, the wolf tore before his hunger was sated, and he felt the sky’s lightening indicate it was time to find shelter and shade from the near day’s heat.