Mathew
*Tavish would've spent a few seconds to silently look in between the tree's before whistling an order to his dog which would have entered an high alert mode, alerting tavish of any out of place sound or smell that they didn't pick-up earlier, meanwhile tavish would've casted herculean strength then started to skin the dead wolves and then he would stay to ishikawa*

"Good jub."

```tavish knows that something is wrong, tries to make it seems for any enemies that he doesn't
Tavish casted herculean strenght 6/6
Tavish's mana 80/100```
Clarissa
*Ishikawa put his bow back over his shoulder, and slowly began to approach the body of the fallen wolf. Taking out his knife, he kneels beside her, carefully, yet tenderly, almost, pulling the arrow out of her. Many wrongs had been committed today, but it had been done, and he must continue from that. He wouldn't allow the wolves bodies to go to waste, it was disrespectful. As he began to skin the she-wolf, he took care not to rush. They had time.

Something was wrong, but it had been wrong for a while. Murmuring softly,* 

"Let's just get this over with, shall we?"
Curtis
The paths remain quiet. There is no sound of twigs beneath paws. No cold chills. It seems they've cleared the way, and as Ishikawa skins the she-wolf, her body still heavy with milk, the new blood doesn't invite more predators.

The pups the she-wolf was nursing would die without the mother and without help, meaning that there would not be a new resurgence of the wolves. 

All done. Right?
Clarissa
*Once Ishikawa had finished skinning the wolf, he stood, looking around. The silence in the forest unnerved him. Of course, he knew he was to blame, but it wasn't something he was used to. Usually there was some sort of noise. He sighed. The wolves den had to be nearby... He wasn't sure what he would do when he got there, but it was only right to...

What was he going to do?

Who knows.

He packed up his pelt, and began to wander off without a further word. He had nothing to say to Tavish. Only silence and an air of melancholy.*