You walk into a silent clearing and look around. It seems to be empty. As you turn to leave, you meet the eyes of a very large, very dark owl. It stares at you until you finally stammer out that you're looking for information about the local tribes. It then nods, and points it's wing downward. Strangely enough, where there was dirt before, there is now a list. You read over it quickly, look up to thank the owl for his troubles and realize that it, like the wolf, has disappeared.