The Direwolf may attack two people every night if they are the last player left in the pack.
Details
If, at the start of the night, the Direwolf is the last remaining member of the wolfpack, they may attack an additional player in addition to the normal wolfpack poll.
Usually, this means the Direwolf will be able to attack two people, but in some situations the amount of attacks and the attacker may also be influenced by other roles/abilities.
Each night, the Ravenkeeper may assign a raven to a player. When an ability is used on a player with a raven, the raven returns, informing the Ravenkeeper of the ability type.
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Huntsman [Townsfolk Investigative]
Each night, the Huntsman may check a target to determine if they are part of the wolfpack or not.
They are not affected by any disguises, but are affected by redirections.
Having had a decently normal childhood, tiefling Stresse decided to leave her convent. She wandered around aimlessly, trying to replace the burning ache that the severance of her religion created.
One day, maybe months later, she stumbled upon a djinn. It didn't seem forthcoming when questioned, but it did seem to listen to dear Stresse. Just as she was starting to repeat herself in her unsympathetic venting, it teleported her to a seemingly impossible realm.
It had a sky so blue it hurt her eyes, and grass so inflexible that she could stand on top of it like a nail mattress more than a carpet. She looked around, and found there was presented a fork in the road for her.
Two paths lay before her. The first was a fuzzy black road shapt of flea fur phats, infected with staphylococcus, creating dense breaths of toxins when merely stepped on.
The other was what appeared to be an endless abyssic strip of scintillating emptiness, stretching in front of her, seemingly sucking her in.
She sat down and wracked her brain, trying to understand the symbolism of what she saw. It was a djinn, it had to be a metaphor. Were both paths correct in their own way, or was there a right answer?
13:29
She didn't keep track of time, but after what felt like hours passed, she still hadn't reached a conclusion.
"Both of these options would be bad for me. I am sure I have to choose, thinking otherwise turns the sky black. But I mustn't leave it up to chance, either," she thought.
She screamed in frustration, and stood up. Presently she found she was already on the fuzzy road, unaffected by the toxic spores clouding around her. Was that it? She's immune to diseases, so she should become a plague medic in Baldur's Gate? It felt anticlimactic. The sky turned into the ground, Stresse fell, and she was in Baldur's Gate. The end.
13:29
@Event Host I don't write ever. enjoy
13:30
wait
13:30
you said "at least one" word but then "one word only"(edited)
13:30
fuck off
13:32
this took me entirely too long. embarrassing really
Werewolves Revamped - S13G7 
