[Anguirel]

In fine wolvish tradition, the Hounds of Sauron had squabbled long and hard as the blood in the dead Anguirel's veins cooled. Though some spoke for applying animal cunning and fiendish logic to the problem, few dared run against the prevailing, and bloody, emotions, lest they be accused of Elvish intellect, Human rationality or even Dwarven common sense.

Thus the deciding factor, as ever, proved to be hunger. Hunger for vengeance at the blow to the Isle's pride; (for few save the maternal alpha female Mithalwen genuinely showed any grief over their slain comrade); hunger for praise and promotion should they catch a Hero; but most of all, hunger for meat, dark, rich, juicy, saucy, satisfying, overwhelmingly filling meat, to finally slake the screaming of their fell stomachs.

So naturally the two leading candidates to be ripped to pieces were those who were known to be hoarding food; Glirdan, the butcher, who actually had the temerity to sell meat to his fellow-wolves, in exchange for bone-marrow (such was commerce in Tol-in-Gaurhoth); and Nonnacedak, a notoriously sly carcass muncher, a scavenger who avoided raids on villages, but turned up when the struggle was over to feed on cadavers. It was thought that it might be hiding some such catch in its filthy lair.

However, the prospect of the butcher's store was the more tempting to the lupine rabble. As one, they encircled the corpulent meat-seller.

Eager to keep up appearances-though most of the crowd was certain that here was no hero-the very idea was risible-the self-styled Exorcist, Boromir88, advanced to "cleanse the goody-goody spirit."

"In Nomine Melkoris, et Sauronis, et Thuringwethilus Sancti..." he intoned.

"That's enough. Let's eat," interrupted the Big Bad Wolf himself, the Saucepan Man. And in a flurry of fur and vast, razor-sharp claws, the Wolf Pack pounced on its chosen victim.

A sudden, unusually vehement roar beneath them made them momentarily pause.

But it was only the butcher's last, vain defiance. In a second Rune had torn open his gorget and mormegil had sunk his fangs into a hindquarter. The wolves feasted for three hours, till only thin scraps of stringy flesh were left. These Nonnacedak took; thankful that the same fate had not befallen him.

And though the Heroes remained hidden, the plundering of the Tower's butchery proved some compensation. As the sun rose, they repaired to their lairs contented, wiping the gore from their whiskers.


Dead

Anguirel (Werewolf)-throat cut as he slept on Day 1
Glirdan (Werewolf)-devoured on Night 1


Living

Saucepan Man-Big Bad Wolf
Mormegil-Crabby Old Wolf
Gurthang-Gil-Gurth
Rune-Wolf-in-Shepherd's-Clothing
Formendacil-Lobo
Farael-Werewolf In Denial
Lhuna-Girl-Who-Cried-Wolf
Eomer-Black Warg of Rhun
Boromir-Exorcist Specialising in Heroes
Spawn-Wolf O' Nine Tails
Kitanna-Beta Wolf
Oddwen-Bloodthirsty Whelp
Kath-Runt of the Litter
Mithalwen-Alpha Female
Meneltarmacil-Lone Wolf
Wayne-Fairy Hunter
Nonnacedak-Scavenger

It is now Day 2. Night will recommence at 2:00 pm GMT tomorrow. I need names from Sauron, Draugluin, Carcharoth, and of course the Heroes. Please also send your choices to Cailin for her information. She has a rather esoteric accent on her name so you may be better off clicking than typing it. Sweet dreams filled with Elven corpses to you all...