Eventually we arrived at the Salford
farm finding it much as the young lad had described, it was a sad sight of
waste and desecration of something that to me is a vital part of life. The
farm’s animals all lay slaughtered... their throats ripped to pieces and the
stench of burned wood and flesh hung heavily in the air. The damage to the barn
was obvious at once. The roof had gone and the interior walls were scorched but
the fire seemed to have burned super hot but very briefly. My keen ears picked
up the sounds of something in distress and on entering the barn we found a
young calf pinned beneath a charred beam.
Even
Brother James bulging muscles could not shift it alone so Bohun lent a hand and
I pulled the calf from beneath the beam. As they dropped the beam the wall
behind it waver and the whole damn building came crashing down around us! We
scrambled to safety nursing cuts and bruises from the falling debris.
Unfortunately the poor calf was not so lucky so our efforts proved to have been
in vain. We dusted ourselves off and looked around the rest of the farm and my
wolf and I managed to find the tracks of a large bear! We followed them into a
field and found ourselves confronted by a large and very angry bull! I managed
to calm it sufficiently so that we could make our way away noticing as we did
that the bull had fresh blood upon its horns. Following the tracks through a
bit of a wood and came upon another farm.
More
dead animals littered the grounds and the house looked as though it had been
broken into as well as the door was hanging off its hinges. Deep claw marks
scarred the doorframe. The house lay in tatters, everything slashed and torn to
ribbons. This looked different to the claw marks though, it was as if someone
had shredded the furnishings with a blade! On searching upstairs we came across
a painting of a man and his wife, an unusual find to be sure but in the next
room we found under the bed the lady from the painting, murdered and with a
metal claw embedded in her back!
I
found another trail outside, it looked as though something had been dragged
from the farm. We followed it and came across the man from the painting, half
buried in the dirt. The poor man had been mauled and crushed to death and the
bear had presumably buried him to come back and feast on later. Poor people, we will have to
arrange to have them taken back to Tristor and treated accordingly.
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