Garret held his position, the cold breeze hardly registering through his clothing. The roof had been the right choice in terms of places to observe the wolves, he did not appear to have been noticed, and from the vantage point he had observed the comings of the pack that night. It seemed to be the normal number of wolves for this pack and a couple humans, that he would have to keep an eye out for as the night got underway, but in all honesty it was nothing really new for a pre-full moon, so he allowed himself to relax slightly, but not enough to compromise himself as he watched. As he waited a wolf came out of the tavern, and seemed to smell the night air, this caused Garret to once more tense and slowly move his left hand towards his bow, but then something odd happened. The wolf collapsed. Garret stopped as he watched, this was odd, and would be an easy kill. Too easy. He waited for the inevitable, surly the wolf would move, get tired of it's simple trick, or its comrade would, so he would wait. Sure enough not that long later another wolf exited the bar, but oddly enough seemed surprised by the status of the other one. Garret squinted [i]"What game are they playing at?"[/i] he wondered to himself as he watched. 

He kept his hand near his bow but did not move, his eyes fixed on the two. But for all his attention he was taken by surprise by the small child that quickly entered into the picture. She seemed lost, and ran up to the still continuous wolf with little problem, as if she knew something about the tavern, or the wolf. Garret set his jaw, this was going to be an interesting night indeed.