[Anguirel]

Nonnacadak's stash of unappetising, but nevertheless to wolves appealing, scavenged left-overs had been discovered while his corpse was still being maimed, and the new source of sustenance had led to yet another wild wolvish revel, with howling and Orc-chasing into the early hours of daylight itself. Only the most farsighted of the pack went to their bloody sleeping pallets with foreboding persistently gnawing at their innards.

When the hateful craft of Arien had at last sped its course, mormegil, as the most senior wolf in attendance, and the worst-tempered, if not the largest, called his fellow-lycanthropes to a new meeting-place, at a rocky outcrop overhanging the rushing river, a short distance from where the Dwarf Lord had drowned. Boromir88 had decreed that all further wolfmoots should take place here, in order that the hidden heroes might be disheartened.

But there was one thing about this outcrop that only one wolf, Meneltarmacil, knew. There was a crevice in its centre which could easily be crawled into and left safely, which the Lone Wolf had discovered long ago. He knew and loved this lurking-spot; it provided him with protection from the coldness of the wind, while letting him feel it in his whiskers; and it hid him from the sight of the company he shunned.

He had, it became apparent to the twelve remaining wolves, died here; the struggle had widened the crevice and made it more noticeable. A vast stake had been thrust into the crack, and the Lone Wolf's decapitated head had been impaled with it, the empty eyes staring at the company.

Empty eyes? A punishment usually practiced by wolves on village seers! So Meneltarmacil, the wolves shuddered, must have been their Seer-in other words, Sauron himself!

As a moan of despair began to leap up, a voice of unspeakable power sounded in their dark minds.

They thought they had slain me. But I walk among you still. The guileless Heroes fell straight into my trap. The Lone Wolf was but one of my minions, and of no account!


Dead

Anguirel (Werewolf)-throat cut as he slept on Day 1
Glirdan (Werewolf)-devoured on Night 1
The Saucepan Man (Huan)-murdered by mischance on Day 2
Rune Son Of Bjarne (Dwarven Hero)-drowned in the Sirion through Kitanna's treachery on Night 2
Kitanna (Werewolf)-beheaded in Rune's last act of vengeance on Night 2
Nonnacedak (Werewolf)-mauled mercilessly on Night 3
Meneltarmacil (Werewolf)-hacked to pieces and impaled by Heroes on Day 4


Living

Mormegil-Crabby Old Wolf
Gurthang-Gil-Gurth
Formendacil-Lobo
Farael-Werewolf In Denial
Lhuna-Girl-Who-Cried-Wolf
Eomer-Black Warg of Rhun
Boromir-Exorcist Specialising in Heroes
Spawn-Wolf O' Nine Tails
Oddwen-Bloodthirsty Whelp
Kath-Runt of the Litter
Mithalwen-Alpha Female
Wayne-Fairy Hunter

Wolves, it's now Night 4. Determine who did the deed, or fear more reprisals by Day!