When the feast began, it drew the attention of a local werewolf pack. The alpha lifted his nose, scenting the air. "Smells like...garlic pizza. It's the food our enemies hate the most. So we shall eat!" With that, he took off through the forest with a series of yips, his wolves following behind. And on the other side of the forest, the scents drew in other visitors, these less noisy as they slipped toward the gathering of witches.