The good Doctor Canard was beginning to feel hopeless. They were making very little progress finding the murderers, and time was running out. The people were running out. All the way home, he pored over his notepad, his chickenscratch somehow legible to … Continue reading Werewolves XXXVIII – Days Seven and Eight

After her husband died in the war, leaving her alone with the children, RiverSong never really adjusted to life without him. Even with the generous help of the villagers around her, it was all still simply too much. Sometimes, she … Continue reading Werewolves XXXVIII – Day Six

Robert Macklin wasted no time after the hanging in beginning his next investigation. There were still two werewolves unaccounted for, and come hell or high water, he was determined to find them. He donned his darkest coat, put on a … Continue reading Werewolves XXXVIII – Day Five

First, as promised, Smapti Jones’s death Smapti Jones, the extraordinarily old rabbit farmer and prolific breeder, was always a little suspicious to everyone there. His eyes never quite focused on one thing or person, watching the rabbits out of one … Continue reading Werewolves XXXVIII – Day Four

Madame Clafoutis dusted herself off and returned to the bakery, dusting herself with a fresh layer of flour. All this commotion had interfered with her work, and a proper baguette cannot be rushed. “Well, tomorrow they’ll just have to make do … Continue reading Werewolves XXXVIII – Day Three

Dianoga only had one good eye, but as soon as Moutard’s body was found, that eye was trained on rooting out the villanous scum that killed him. The town agreed that nothing would be solved by lynching someone without cause, … Continue reading Werewolves XXXVIII – Day Two

It was the summer of 1764. The gentle townsfolk of La Fosse de l’Avocat tended to their herds and flocks in peace. The mediterranean sun beat down on the field where Col. Moutarde, an officer in the King’s army rested … Continue reading Werewolves XXXVIII – Day One

In a little medieval hamlet in the south of France, there was trouble. Werewolf trouble. Nothing too fancy, just regular werewolf trouble. No, not even with a capital T, it’s just some werewolves killing people. Still, someone ought to do … Continue reading Werewolf XXXVIII: Werewolves for Beginners – Signups