Several minutes have gone by as you remain hidden in the comfort of the alley shadows, allowed a momentary break as you watch the two drunken men emerge from their Vehicle. The driver, an older teen dressed in casual street clothes walks around to the front of his vehicle. There is a slight breeze heading downwind toward you giving off a faint aroma of alcohol confirming your suspicions about their recent activities. The other occupant looks to his friend "So how bad is the damage?", the driver briefly examines the front of his late model Chevy replying back "..not too bad, I’ll look at it later; we're running late as it is" and stumbles slightly as he reenters the truck, his friend laughing at him a bit.
The doors to the vehicle close and you then quickly clamp your paws over your ears trying in vain to suppress the loud roar of screeching tires as the driver floors the accelerator, followed by a sickening thump as they go over the likely dead wolf (if it wasn't before it almost certainly is now you muse to yourself). After a moment all is still again with nothing but the gentle whisper of a late night summer breeze rustling through the woods across the street.
You cautiously trot out; first looking both ways to confirm the street is empty before approaching the body of the wolf. You notice the tag around his collar is no longer glowing but that's not what really bothers you. Assuming the witch spoke the truth about whom he was then why has he not changed back yet? Your ears lower a bit at this and you decide your best bet for finding a reversal spell or cure at this point would be to return to her cottage. You cringe a bit at the thought of this but have little choice now...
It is beginning to grow pretty dark outside however luck is still with you as it just happens to be a full moon tonight giving your eyes ample light to work with. Not wasting any more time you quickly sprint back through the gates leaving the body out in the street. Hopefully the collar will attract some attention you think to yourself. Back on the forest path now you wonder how you'll relocate the cottage like this and sit on your haunches, stopping to drink in the cool night air, panting also in an effort to cool off.
You notice the wolfs scent on the breeze and quickly get an idea lowering your nose to the ground sniffing and picking up it's back-trail which you start to follow deep into the woods. It takes a bit longer to locate the clearing as you're not accustomed to this form quite yet but you manage to return to the place after what seems like an hour or so.
As you arrive back at the clearing you are unable to suppress a yelp of surprise as the whole cottage has now vanished! You circle and survey your surroundings, certain this was the place. Frustrated, you sit back down again not quite sure what to do now... the full moon basking the ground in a soft glow giving the woods an almost surreal quality.