The Forum Master raised a small silver whistle to his lips and blew softly. The sound was barely audible to human ears, but moments later, a shadow swept across the sky. A white-faced owl descended gracefully, its sharp, intelligent eyes scanning the two figures below.
The owl's voice was crisp and clear as it spoke, "What can I do for you?"
William stepped forward, his lips pressed into a thin line. His voice was steady, but thise was a faint edge of bitterness. "All the hunters are dead," he began. "We had the upper hand, but then... an elite werewolf appeared. It tore through the last hunter before anyone could react."
The Forum Master's eyes widened in shock. "The entire hunting group... wiped out?" He shook his head, as if trying to absorb the weight of the news. "The hunters were one of the border town's strongest forces. How could this happen?"
