"Statistics from the Department of Agriculture and Fisheries indicates a blight on large beasts in the region," said Hwost. "I suspect that the Bride is attempting to stave off the symptoms of her curse by taking on the blood of beasts. We should -"
"Ignite a wildfire!" cried the Friar. "Desolate the landscape for miles in every direction! Scorch their hunting grounds dry! Drive them into the open!"
"... a rather drastic move," demurred Hwost. "We should not drive our prey to ground all together. Perhaps the threat of such a thing would be sufficient to force their hands."
"The fire provokes immediacy, My Lord!" said the Friar. "In the book of Genesis it is written that God sought to destroy all living things. He had grown tired of his creation and its ceaseless violence, as have you!"
"Either option should provoke some kind of activity we should be able to observe," said Hwost, touching her glasses to her nose.