That night clouds covered the sky, and there was very little moonlight at all. The wolf made his way to Otters house. The smell of blood here was strong in the air, and the wolf licked his lips. His long dog like tongue hung from his mouth and he sped up towards the delicious smells that were tantalising his senses. Reaching the house he could not contain himself, and he barged through the doorway. The door was smashed off its hinges and lay in bits on the floor. Otter looked up from his work, butchered animal carcasses lay all around him. In one hand he held a large butchers knife, dripping in blood. He smiled creepily at the wolf, ‘Hello, there my little friend…..welcome….to the party!’ The wolf grimaced, there was something odd about this human. He paused. Otter seizing the advantage charged forwards wielding his butchers knife, slashing up at the wolfs neck. The wolf reacted lurching backwards and the blade just feel short of his throat. He ducked under Otters next strike and slammed a clawed fist into otters stomach. Otter flew back against the opposite wall, catching a meat hook on the way. Otter struggled, his shoulder impaled on the hook. The wolf laughed, ‘tough luck Otter!’ With that he swiped at the butchers head taking it clean off. Otter was Good. Across the village the other wolf stalked its prey up the street. Moog was staggering from side to side, singing and hiccupping. ‘The visions….the visions…’ he muttered to himself. ‘I must find the truth!’ He staggered past the ruins of The Admiral Amrabat, still smoking gently. ‘My poor friend, they know not what they do,’ he cried. ‘Hello there Moog!’ announced the wolf. Moog turned slowly. ‘You,’ he said. ‘I would have got there given more time you know.’ ‘I know Old Friend, I know, ’ whispered the wolf. He took no pride in this kill, but he knew it must be done. He strolled forward and took hold of Moog by the neck. Moog was praying silently under his breath, as he held him it looked as though his spirit left his body. Surprised the wolfs grip tightened around his neck, and crack! Moog's body went limp. Moog was dead. Moog was very good. Across the village, the guardian sat watch outside HornetGags house.