2 weeks later
Chief Gorg and Sage Gratz huddled around the sages scrying sphere.
"You're sure they won't get here any earlier," asked Gorg, his eye narrowed as he watched the shapes dart past trees and through bushes with astounding speed.
"If the pattern continues, yes I'm sure. Sad about the village," replied the hobbit as he leaned on his staff.
"It is the danger one risks when living on the frontier, but I will honour their passing."
"How do you want to proceed," asked Gratz as he looked up at the Orc.
After closing his eye and thinking in scilence for a few moments, he reached his desicicion.
"Accelerate their training, if we can't stop them here, they'll continue to swell in numbers and overrun the other villages. No one is close enough to respond that has the strength to stop them, save us."
"We could evacuate the nearby villages to larger cities."
"Fighting Werewolves in close quarters like cities could cause their curse to spread even faster, we have ready medicine to cure the affliction in its early stages. How much time exactly do we have?"
"My estimate is 4 months at best."
"Hhmmmm, Gratz, make your selections for your specialized training and I'll do the same. Any ideas for selections?"
"I have a few that have potential, but it's up to them to make the ultimate choice."
They both gazed at the pack of dozens of werewolves as they tore through the forrest, chasing down any survivors from the village.