The sun has fallen, and all is still. You stare at the others accusingly, afraid to make a sound for fear that it could incriminate you.
Silent and softly at first, the wind begins to pick up, leaves begin to whisper.
The sky darkens, and a fog sweeps in around your feet.
Soon, voices can be heard. Sad, slow voices. Faintly, so that you can't quite make out what they're saying.
The wind blows faster, the voices grow louder. A solem chant.
Lightning flashes the sky.
And as the thunder dies away, everything is silent.
However, circling the surviors are the ghosts of those who have died the past few days. Their looks are sad and vengeful. They pass by each one of you.
They pause in front of Ericbess, confer with each other, and shake thier heads slowly...
The silience is broken by a terrified, but still quite human Ericbess being carried of to the beyond...
Although it may look bleak, the wolves have a difficult choice to make...