It was true the farm had been ruined. When the family explained about the wolf and the damage. The story quickly grew into a demon that killed the family and destroyed their home, while blood could be seen along the trees for a mile! However the scene was a little more vanilla than the reports. The house was still standing and the family was walking around. The kids were feeding the farm animals the mother was making butter and the father and two sons were mending a broken fence. 

When questioned further the father answered saying that a pig had been taken and there was some blood on the grass from the resulting struggle. The fence was in fact not very sturdy and the farmer was surprised this sort of thing had taken so long to happen. Seeing the huntress the man apologized for not taking better care of his livestock. He also promised to bring them into the barn at night to remove the temptation. The farmer did mention that the one pig that was stolen was about sixty pounds and showed the huntress the tracks left by the wolf. They did indeed match a wolf however these tracks were not normal. The first thing was these tracks were larger than a normal wolf. On the same size as an adult bear. It made sense, no ordinary lone wolf could have taken on a were bear. The weight difference alone would be more than enough to make any normal timber wolf flee. 

It had all happened too fast and at night there was little light to really get a sense of the creatures size. Now in the day with a fresh print the gathered information all pulled Shamira down like a sand pit. The unavoidable conclusion that this was no ordinary wolf. A were wolf perhaps, maybe even a dire wolf, or forest guardian bestowed with a task by the goddess of the very nature that surrounded the small town. No doubt this wolf was large enough to not only hold its own against a were bear but defeat it and live! The huntress was certain there was only one creature last night. Now at the farm, no ordinary creature could carry sixty pounds off in the night. A normal wolf would lead a pack in, team up to kill a single pig and then leave the carcass while making off with large chunks. Nothing this wolf has done would be considered "normal" behavior. Maybe the wolf was a cursed person trying to survive? The thought of two different wolves in this size class was almost too much to believe. Undoubtedly two wolves would be more reports and sightings. The town was blessed with very few incidents. No raids, or weird creatures taking kids. Maybe it was worth looking into a bit further?