September looked shocked but triumphant. "Praise be to the Goddess."
"My friends," she addressed her fellow villagers. "I will probably die tonight at the claws of the remaining beasts. Weep not for me, for I go to a better place..." There followed a short digression into the theological merits of forgoing hot dog buns.
"...in conclusion, then, Lithos burns tomorrow." She scowled at him. "Wolf. I hope you choke on my hip bones."
"Should the unthinkable happen, and Lithos prove to be innocent, then he shall join me in the after life, which is of course death, and my two disciples will identify the second wolf responsible for his demise. They will identify themselves unto you by means of a phrase which, when combined, will bring to your mind the events of today and our glorious victory over that monstrous, slutty wolf. Thank you."