Night 4:
The wolves are, yet again, on the prowl this night. Tonight they are not angry. They are not full of rage. No, tonight, they are lethargic and mostly apathetic to this whole villager-eating thing they have done since the dawn of time. It's been too many nights without a meal, and they are not hopeful this night will be any different.
So sullen are the wolves that on this night, the villagers have no fear and fill the streets with drunken revelry and merriment. As the wolves approach the village, this sight throws them deeper into depression and all they can do is trod through the streets, wide-eyed in amazement at the brazen villagers.
The villagers take note of the wolves in full werewolf form and lob tomatoes and heads of lettuce as the wolves make their nightly journey through town. Why no one kills them in their weakened, depressed state is anyone's guess...though the drunken revelry probably hindered logical decision making abilities.
It looks again as if no one dies this night. However, as the wolves reach the edge of town the largest of them slips on a head of lettuce and falls directly on top of A Casual Fitz, crushing him into a nice paste. The wolves see this accidental killing as a sign and regain their bloodlust, quickly demolishing the paste to fill their stomachs and give them strength for the coming day. They finish their meal and quickly slink away back to their lair.
A Casual Fitz, the
is dead.
*Day 5 Begins*