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Message: <blockquote data-quote="jkason" data-source="post: 5590984" data-attributes="member: 2710">As the wolf corpse falls to the ground with a loud thud, the buzzards stir and caw, realizing competition is moving in. For all the noise they make, however, the birds aren't willing to challenge Daylily, and they scatter to the skies to circle above as the elf gets closer. The flies, however, are completely unperterbed by Daylily's presence. They continuing buzzing about in thick clouds landing on the bodies. Three bodies. One porcine, two human. While the birds have been taking chunks out of both of their faces, Daylily can still recognize Ryall and Roug. Ryall has fallen back from the seat of his wagon, apparently taken quickly, his throat ripped out by something much bigger and toothier than the buzzards. Roug has fallen a few feet away, a large branch nearby that he might have been trying to use to defend himself. Neither Maisy nor Roug's horse are anywhere to be seen.Whatever killed them didn't seem especially interested in them past the point of death, though. At least, not as much as the pork, which has been almost entirely consumed. The limbs torn off again suggest this wasn't the carrion-eaters.Daylily can't find any kind of tracks in the ground, but there, in the midst of the sticky pool of Ryall's blood, is a canine paw print.</blockquote>