[Child of the 7th Age]

Once he had leapt the stone fence, Nilak was pleased to discover that he was standing directly in front of the Inn. Inside that building must lie a sumptious feast, nearly free for the asking. He had a particular weakness for the young cubs of the two-leggeds. Surely, there would be a few of these little ones hiding under their bedclothes.

Nilak's gold eyes peered steadily into the night taking in the entire yard and even the lower branches of the trees. For one instant, it appeared as if the courtyard was entirely deserted. Perhaps the two-leggeds did not even know that they were about to attack. But then, out of the darkness, he caught a jumbled glimpse of several hazy figures, half hidden in the shadows, concealed behind whatever cover they could manage to find. What Nilak saw pleased him immensely. With the sole exception of one large and rather awkward looking bear, most of the others looked to be small and weak opponents, scarcely worthy of his attention: a bevy of birds, several hobbits with tiny bows, and some disreputable looking cats.

Howling in triumph, the leader of the pack hurled himself forward and called out to the other wolves: "At them, boys. They are weak and puny. We shall feast on fresh meat tonight."