(A gigantic snout pushes the door of Orgg's shack off its hinges, taking a few boards with it)
*coughs up blood, and limps out of his shed.
Th' bas*chough* turds ambushed me. Oversoul went for my eyes. He didn't realize that would let me get ahold of his throat. With all of his thrashing around as his blood trickled out of my mouth and down my throat, I couldn't see any detail of the other Wolf. I clipped him hard with my lower claws and he scampered into the night, but I don't think I got a claw in 'em; A little soreness, easily ignored, would be all that there is...
Ransac has flopped about me twice, but was the first to trust me when I said I ment no harm. Strange, but he's always been a bit strange. Train, you've kept a low profile, doing enough work to satisfy, but not working as hard as you could. Adiquate, but low-key.
*Orgg grabs each man by the neck, picking each up simultaniously. He positions the claw from his thumb at the necks of each, and gets a pained look on his face.
This happened before, once. I couldn't help but to turn each night, as this was hundreds of years ago. Trees were still cut for various reasons, though the axes were not as fine as they are now. Some Weres started killing workers. I wasn't a good fighter at the time, and just decided to roll around in the berry bushes that were all around the area to remove my scent while I spied on a person a night. One of the men was a bit funny in the head, and also enjoyed sneaking around the camp and spying on a person each night for a short period of time-- I clued him in, as he seemed to be an understanding person, and we found the two wolves easily enough. When there was one, the wolf slew him quite quickly; I was able to 'accidentally' split his skull the next work day. Only five of the fifteen people died, not including those whom contracted this lycanthropy from improper exposure to the moon.
Now we have a bloodbath. When the snows thaw and the valley opens up, they'll find noone here alive, and a bloodstained letter from what'll look like one of you, telling a short bit about what happened. I'll hide for a few years, keeping them new workers safe from a distance, then I'll shave and come back to working as usual.
Now to figure out who to trust.
Either of you want to try to convince me?