The cave is pitch black and smells of dank and mold. It's quiet except for a faint dripping noise from water overhead and the occasionally scurrying of an unseen rodent through the darkness. Barely discernable by the light of a torch is a small pile of bones in one corner. From what type of animal they are from is unclear.
Gallery, Cave
person
hunter
I came into the village to tell the men there that I knew where the wolves were sleeping and where their pups are, I offered to take them there and help end the menace in exchange for most of the pelts. The wolfskins will sell well in the town nearby. I'll make a pretty penny.
I am very thankful that you agreed to come with me, Hunter. These wolves have been a menace for far too long. I'll do what i can. If we work together, maybe we'll both survive. Taking on new recruits is always an exciting time. Are you comfortable with my calling you a fellow hunter, or should I call you by your name? I have no name, so Hunter will be fine. I've been on the run, living by my wits my entire life. Ah, you will make a fine tracker of wolves then. Here, take this pelt and study it. I'll give it a look. Is it a wolf pelt? Indeed it is. See how matted and uneven the fur is? This wolf was very old. The older the wolf, the more valuable it is to the pack. So, you're saying that you may have a whole pack of vengeful wolves on your trail? No, I'm saying that we're on the trail of a pack of vengeful wolves! You must change the way you think about who is the hunter and who is the hunted. That's a relief! I was a little scared for a second. I do alright in battle, but I don't really want to face off against a pack of wolves. If we get the drop on them, we should be good. That's the spirit! Now, take a look over here and tell me what you think happened to this poor creature. Nothing good, that's for sure.