The Skirmish at Moon-Bleached Fields

The muddy ground of the battlefield is a grim mosaic of broken wood and blood. The five soldiers lie in the heavy repose of death, their standard-issue gear reflecting the dim light of the overhead canopy. Beside them, the massive, fur-covered corpse of the werewolf begins to revert to a more human shape, though its predatory essence still lingers in the air. Searching through the debris of the brief, violent clash, you find a mixture of standard military equipment and a few treasures the soldiers were likely keeping as personal spoils or backup for the dangerous frontier.