Ryven awakes to the commotion of the morning outside. His cat Fritz dutifully rubs against his legs as is his morning routine in an attempt to obtain food, and as the man tries to get to the front door, he nearly trips over the fat beast, sending himself hurdling toward the hut door. He crashes into its hard wooden surface with a thud followed by a pained groan.
"Infernal beast!" He exclaimed only to be answered with a simple 'meow.' "You'll git yer food when I get back!"
The man stood and exited out to the morning air which seemed to be holding something new this morning...something more foul than normal. Ryven headed to the gathering of other villagers to find out upon arrival that Kaz was dead, killed in the night by some beast...a werewolf. So the legends were true.
"Well, if you ask me, I think Trieste should be sheriff as she can't be one of them foul critters." Of course, he was basing this off of only seeing her coming home from a party last night. It simply slipped his mind that the killing could have happened sometime after that, but Ryven was forgetful at times.