"So that makes sense, but if you're not a werewolf, then where are they?" Marsha asked.
"I'd imagine they're out on the hunt," you reply, "You're werewolf hunters and you don't know that sort of thing?"
"We haven't been doing this for very long," replied Lisa, sounding irritated.
"And it's not like we know the area very well," added Justine.
"Look, let's just get out on patrol," ordered Marsha, "We know they confine their hunting to this park. The girls ducked into their tents, grabbing pistols and ammo. Marsha also grabbed a pair of binoculars, which apparently were night vision equipped. (You noted that they had a little sticker which read "night vision" on the side.)
"Who do you guys work for?" you ask.
"Don't worry about it," snapped Marsha, "You already know more than you should."
"Alright, alright," you say, "Sheesh...I'm just finding out that there are werewolf hunters in the world, and you're mad that I'm asking who employs them?" Sadly, you get no response, though Lisa seems to have found it amusing.
The four of you walk semi-silently on the soft grass, pausing every few feet for Marsha to scan the area with her binocs. Suddenly, she holds up her hand, motioning you all to get to the ground. "We've got them in range, about 200 yards due east. There's only a pair of them, and they're stalking someone. Keep low and DO NOT shoot their prey! We're trying to save a life here!"
You crouch and run as fast as the four of you can, and soon enough, you can see the hunted. He seems to be an old man, who probably was just out for a light walk before he went to bed. His gait is unsteady, but he's moving as quickly as possible, looking furtively over his shoulder every few paces.
You see motion in the stand of trees to your left, and without warning, two bipedal werewolves charge at the old man, howling loudly. The three girls all leap to their feet, firing madly at the beasts. The sound is deafening; you cover your ears and close your eyes reflexively. The werewolves collapse, and the whole thing seems to be over.