The two wolves that were summoned wait patiently, eyeing the once-shaking hedge of thorns and points for any sign of further movement from the enemies inside, but a minute after they were summoned they vanish just as suddenly, returning to the place from which they were called. Heshaar, meanwhile, sates herself upon the troll that they helped to subdue; sinking her teeth in and shaking the subdued body back and forth, soon she begins to devour it whole in great bites, gulping noisily as the huge mass of trollflesh slowly works its way between her jaws to bulge its way down her throat. In the end, the she-wolf lounges happily on the snow-covered ground as her gut works noisily in dealing with the large and still-living meal of nearly her own size.<br/><br/>Chrrou watches happily as his companion gorges herself before the druid closes his eyes, placing his paws near each other, and reverts from his transformation. The dire wolf shrinks drastically inward upon himself, shedding mass until where the immense lupine stood, the small and unassuming mousefolk stands once more, no more than a twentieth of the wolf's size. He starts to stand and go, but pauses to call Heshaar over first; the glutted she-wolf huffs in annoyance but obeys, sluggishly covering the ground in between before she slumps to crouch near the log. Confident that the presently-cornered lizard won't come out again with the huge wolfess so close by, Chrrou gathers up what remains of the wolffolk's gear and then wanders over to do the same to Eyle's before he walks back to where the rest of the party stands, laying the spoils on the ground in their midst so they can be more easily picked through. Finally he kneels on the ground nearby, glancing between the warriors before clearing his throat and asking worriedly, "Noboody's seen any sign of the captives?"