The wolf watched HornetGags through the window. The priest had knelt at the bottom of his bed, praying quietly. 'Oh Lord, protect me from the evil that ravages this village. Help me to guide my flock to safety, and most importantly allow the mayors wife to visit me in the confession booth again! Amen!' He crossed himself, stood and climbed into bed before blowing out the sole candle lighting the room. Wanting to waste no time, the wolf simply plowed through the window. Shattered glass flew through the air, and HornetGags shot out of bed. In the moonlight he could make out the silhouette of the wolf. 'Stay back you evil beast!' he grabbed a wooden cross from nearby 'the power of christ comp.........' His words were cut off as the wolf lunged forwards slamming a clawed fist into his stomach. HornetGags doubled over. The wolf laid his two large paws gently on either side of the priests head. 'Christ can't save you now!' it growled. With that it pulled upwards with all it's might. The head came clean off the shoulders, dangling a length of spinal cord. HornetGags eyes moved silently, pleadingly for a brief period of time and then stilled. Hornetgags was good. Across the village the other wolf lay in wait, nestled in the bushes in Casetti's Beard's garden. It pondered the fact for the moment that CB's garden was the most untidy in the village, even though the man was a professional landscapist and gardener. As midnight approached, the backdoor to the house opened and CB appeared. He looked around carefully, then quickly marched across the garden and into his shed. Inside CB smiled at the 20 cannabis plants that sat on the floor. They had grown incredibly well recently, but were not quite ready for harvesting. He gave them a little water from his watering can and then sat in his deck chair pulling a small leather wallet from his pocket. He reached over for his bong, lighting it with his 'Fed up of this ****' lighter. He took a deep drag, 'Dats sum gooooood ****!' Outside the wolf sniffed the air, it knew that smell. It liked that smell. It pushed the shed door open, and padded gently inside. Oblivious CB took another long hit on his bong. He never saw the wolf behind him, but he certainly felt it when the wolf clamped its jaws around his neck. The wolf squeezed, and its sharp teeth went through the neck like a knife through butter. As CB bled to death, the wolf took a hit from the bong. 'That is good! it growled. Of course the wolf then got the munchies so devoured most of Casetti's Beard. Cassetti's Beard was good. The guardian stood watch over Miked2006 house that night.