[Child of the 7th Age]

Owl had been exceedingly busy for the past few hours, not only preparing for the attack that must be made, but soothing disgruntled egos and straightening ruffled feathers. He had hurried over when Wren had questioned Tevildo's motives and, with the help of Mori and Stamo, brought some semblance of peace between the smaller birds and the cat. The songbirds were poised on the topmost eaves of the Inn, each pair balancing a small kettle filled with oil that was intended to be dumped onto the wolves.

Tevildo's old hunting buddies had unexpectedly reappeared at the Inn, either because they had a second sense for sniffing out a good fight or simply didn't want to remain outside with a pack of ravenous wolves loose in the neighborhood. Tevildo had deserted his post with the songbirds and had resumed his spot at the head of his feline gang. The cats were positioned in the middle branches of the tree, ready to spring down and lend their sharpened claws once the larger beasts had brought the pack to bay.

The howling of the wolves was becoming louder and more insistent as they sped across the plain and approached the outer gate of the courtyard. Owl had hurriedly slipped through one of the still open windows and flew above the Inn in large sweeping circles, keeping a close eye on what was happening below. At that instant, he saw the lead beast approach the old stone wall that ran along the perimeter of the Green Man's courtyard. The creature leapt the stone fence with two great bounds and began streaking through the outer garden.

With a great hoot and cry, Owl bellowed out a warning, "Everybody ready. In your place. We must fight for our burrows and our nests, for our little ones, both two legged and four legged. Everyone together now. The battle is upon us." With that, Owl dived towards one of the advancing beasts, pressing forward with his claws to strike and tear at the pair of gleeming yellow eyes.