There’s something unsettling about these caravan attacks. I expected bandits, but the remains we saw were literally torn apart, rent limb from limb. Yet no mere animal could coordinate an attack on a full-sized merchant train. And wolves don’t take prisoners.
We’ve found a trail leading up into the hills. We’ll make camp here for the night, then set out at dawn. Whoever- whatever- murdered those people, we’ll make sure it never happens again.