Given that the werewolves are one half of Nocwich's population, Geralt should've expected to see some actual wolves in these woods. Somehow, it still startles him when a flash of sleek white fur darts between the trees. A testament to the strange wildlife in these parts that the sight of a common wolf is surprising.

He follows, curious. His steps are quiet, not wanting to disturb, just. Observe. He's seen werewolves. Killed a few. Most of the ones he encounters are far gone, the kind that cannot be saved. Those are the ones often discovered by the village. Any that blend in well, hidden and living their lives...they aren't the ones he meets. They'd hardly make themselves known to a Witcher.

As he draws closer, though, the bundle of clothes catches his attention. The shine of a gold necklace under the moonlight. And the scent embedded in the fabrics: familiar, overlaid with the smell of earth and wolf fur.

Wait.

Geralt steps out from behind the trees in the wolf's path. Is that—? "Nadine?"