Upon returning to the town with the bear hide in tow on a flat cart with a loaner mule. The towns people were at first happy to see the huntress return! After hearing the tale and that only so few returned they were somber. The huntress could spot some of the cowards that fled from the bear leaving her party at half strength drinking in a far corner hoping to remain unnoticed. They avoided Shamira's gaze. The bounty paid and the bear carted off to be skinned and the meat burned. The rest of the day was to do with what she willed with a decent coin purse to show for her troubles. Not having to split the bounty helped ease the loss. 

The wolf slept for most of the day only waking once at dusk to see the wounds healing. A soft whine at the soreness and the hunger within gnawing at the creatures body. Food could wait until the wounds were healed. It seemed the next night would be another life or death struggle hopefully this one would involve food! 

Awaking for the second time and slowly moving out from under the dirt mound the wolf sniffed the air. Nothing. Nothing except the smell of the cold night air and the surrounding forest. A few stretches he took before strutting out into the darkness. Starting to see just what the Bear had been so interested in. Leaping from one rock to the next until finally getting to the crevice the bear had been so intent on reaching. *Sniff, sniff... A human. Even in the dark the animals nose told the tale of their fight. The others around her as the bear circled from behind. The fear still lingered on the rocks and the lack of blood and second trail gave him the impression she strode first toward the wolfs trail then back to her encampment. Surely a pelt would of been a hunters goal. Guessing the bear more than filled that need. it would seem the huntress buried the others next to one of the trees at the forests edge. Leaving the safety of the wood to satisfy the wolfs curiosity was questionable yet he trotted out into the dark plains following the huntresses scent.  

Along the way His nose managed to help him unearth a den of rabbits. They were a small meal yet not really as fulfilling as he had hoped. He first buried the second escape hole before frantically digging to their burrow. Food was the first law of living. More bones than meat still they worked out in a pinch. Making the detour to the sound of running water for a cool drink and a dip to wash off the bear scent and fresh rabbit blood. Closer the wolf came to the small town the scent was overpowering! So many people and the mix of animals! Picking out the hunters scent became almost impossible. The cows, pigs, sheep, and chickens! All in one spot ripe for the taking! The wolf shook his head trying hard not to loose himself to the hunger. Pacing back and forth trying to not give in to the pain in his stomach! He could eat for a month every day and still have more! Would they really miss just one or two? 

The sound of a wagon broke his trance. He skitter off into the high grass as one boy using a sling shot whizzed a rock by the wolfs feet. There in the grass he looked back with only the lanterns light reflecting off his eyes. A soft howl of frustration and need broke the night air and the animals in the town fell silent. Trotting deeper into the grass to the wheat field rows did the wolf disappear from sight. A soft walk around the town to try and find her scent from the rest was also impossible. The towns live stock and look out fires kept any progress from being made. Still there was the one that didn't get away.

A sudden leap and the mud was thick as the wolf bit deep into the squealing flesh of a pig half his size. The fence was only a deterrent and not very well made. He dragged the animal off into the wheat field taking a final bit into the animals neck to silence it. In the morning they would find a small circle of trodden crops and a mix of dirt bone and blood. The wolf had eaten the rest. Doing a zigzag path back to the water then to the edge of the woods. There he would make a few long leaps disappearing back into his den. His stomach silent and very full. 

In the morning the towns people were bustling with trade and the word of the theft was mixed with a family on the road spotting a lone wolf. The farmer putting up a reward for wolf pelts ten silver each. Soon there was even talk of hunting parties going out again to look for the demon.