"Hale! My name is Hale Wittenburg.."
Hale shouted after her before she was out of earshot.
He wondered if he should have pointed out that her clothes were a little.. 'ravaged' by his aura.
No. He got away with a best case scenario, he had some great rolls, he wasn't going to ruin everything now.
Hale took an assessment of the damage. 
Forest: A little ruined,
Clothes: FUBAR,
Hale: perfectly fine!
It was a good night so far.
Hale snuk trough the woods and found that the werewolves had gone, probably scouting around.
The humans were of course just kind off sitting around playing dice poker and drinking moonshine.
To be expected.
"Hey psst."
"Psst."
"Hey Jenkins."
Hale lured one of the hicks over and pulled him into the woods with him.
"Hand over your pants Jenkins."