To the naked eye, the small campsite didn’t look like much. A couple of utility tents sat abandoned around an empty fire pit. Normally, their most prominent cause for concern would be the roughly half-dozen discarded beer bottles lying haphazardly around the area.
The site looked for all the world like a few careless hikers had strode too far into the woods and simply stepped out to take a leak. It certainly didn’t look like evidence of a conspiracy that could throw hundreds of years’ worth of collaboration down the drain.
But, make no mistake, that was exactly what this was. Xavier scented the faint tracings of at least one Wolf that had used this campsite sometime in the not-too-recent past. Since this land was private property and too far out to be used for recreation purposes
