A hunchbacked man among the five suddenly dropped to the ground, pressing an ear twice the size of an ordinary person's against the earth. A strange smile appeared on his face. "Black Wolf is back..."
The bald man tossed the bloody lamb's leg in his hand to the one-eyed man opposite him. The one-eyed man was powerfully built; even seated on the ground, he stood a head taller than the others. He caught the lamb's leg and took two bites, stripping away every scrap of flesh and leaving only a bare bone. He casually flung it aside, and a dark shape pounced silently from the distance. It was the mastiff, which opened its huge mouth and caught the leg bone between gleaming white teeth.
With a crack, the mastiff bit the bone in two. A small figure darted over-a dwarf. Though short, he was fair-skinned and plump, looking at first glance like an innocent child. His eyes, however, were full of cunning and ferocity.
The dwarf affectionately stroked the mastiff's head. The mastiff swallowed the bone and let out a series of low growls. Seeming to understand it, the dwarf nodded repeatedly, then turned to the others. "Black Wolf has found their trail!"
The bald man took another long swig of wine and said in a low voice, "Fifth Sister! Time to act!"
The woman was kneeling alone about ten feet away from them, her hair hanging loose as she bowed toward the moon. She wore a cloak woven from feathers of different colors, and strange patterns were painted on her face in blood. She murmured an incantation: "What does Heaven say? Knock, and it answers; divine spirits respond when moved. Now one of a certain surname has a matter weighing upon the heart, knowing not whether fortune or calamity