Karl makes his way through the woods. "Mother" Miranda said, there was a sighting along the perimeter. Probably another deer or something. Perhaps it'll be interesting this time. Perhaps a Villager who probably managed to grow some brain cells and realized their in a glorified cult and decided to bolt. But it's been decades since that last happened and each generation feels more stupid than the one before.

His teeth absentmindedly gnawed at the butt of his cigar as he patrolled around the woods, hearing distinct sounds that no Lycans made or any of the Villagers that knew how to transverse this kind of terrain. A scared animal? No, the sounds are too heavy.

Suddenly a bunch of branches broke apart and something - more like someone, landed right in front of him, panting and scrapped up like they ran a marathon in a thorn bus. God... the sighting was an outsider. How did the Lycans not tear them apart once they hit the outskirts? They look so different than the last one... so surreal. Like the ones in the "old" movies that the Duke smuggled in and he's watched on a grainy cement block of a TV that seems like it works once every blood moon.

His body moved before he could stop himself and he pressed his boot against their back once he noticed they were trying to run again. "Well, well... an outsider that hasn't become a meal for those rabid dogs? How interesting?" He flashed a wicked grin, his eyes widening behind the darkened lenses of his sunglasses. Bringing them for Mother Miranda to poke and prod at would get her off his back for a considerable amount of time... just how much of a pain would it be to drag them to the chapel without them screaming and alerting every Villager down below?