By the time I've finished scanning the area with my senses, Alpha Conway has shifted back to human form and found himself some sweatpants. He's looking over the devastation of his pack grounds with sad eyes as the rest of my group is checking for surviving Wolves and administering low grade healing pills. It doesn't take much with werewolves, if they're not in danger of bleeding to death, they'll usually recover on their own.
"Can you explain what happened? Your message didn't make things sound this bad, I was going to come help with cultivation techniques and hunt some Moose. Well, I did that second part, but what's with the monster Horde?" I ask.
"Your guess is a good as mine. Two days ago they just started going crazy, rampaging and stampeding through the area destroying everything. They're even killing each other if they run out of targets." The Alpha shrugs.
