Again he considered knocking, listening for any sign that she may be standing opposite him with only the door between them, but he decided against it.  He went down to the main floor and spoke to the innkeeper, paying for the room and another meal.<br/><br/>The small morning crowd of travelers and locals in the inn were buzzing about how another village was nearly wiped out and about the discovery of a massive corpse of a wolf in the forest.<br/><br/>Forchun investigated the corpse, shooing away satiated scavengers.  He noticed a black collar around the beast's neck.  It was covered in fur, the same fur as the animal itself, which hid its existence well.  He opened one of his pouches and dropped it in.  This clue would be vital in learning about the cause of the Windhowler Wolf's origin.<br/><br/>Overhead, a large black bird ominously eclipsed the dead wolf.  Forchun stared at it - this was no common vulture, but a raven of much larger size.  It flew up toward the mountains.  Forchun followed it.<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Back at the inn, a hand rapped on the door of Fayte.  A female voice said, "Miss?  Hello?  I have breakfast for you.  Your friend insisted that you have to eat something and also wanted me to tend to your wound.  He's such a nice man, but he seemed like he had to leave urgently.  Miss?  Hello?"<br/>