As you approach the abandoned island, the strewn corpses of flickies and lemur dander mixed with the dust. You hear the sound of tearing flesh and loud and grotesque eating noises. As you round the corner, you see Whisper The Wolf feasting on a grey arm. She turns to look at you, her eyes black and bleeding, and a long purple tongue licking her chops

Let us see… how many will it be…? Five…? or rather six…?