Culling the Forest

On offer

So you're the mercenary Jessiah sent up from the farms? Word travels. You cleared out those young wolves clean enough. But the pack's been growing. Forest wolves — half-grown and hungry — have started drifting in from the treeline, bolder than the pups you culled. I want them thinned before they find their nerve. Kill six of them out in the fields. Prove the farms weren't a fluke.

In progress

Those forest wolves still prowling the fields? Six of them, soldier — go.

On completion

Six forest wolves down. Clean work — the fields are quieter already. But don't get comfortable. There's worse than half-grown wolves out there, and I'll be needing you for it.