Dawn begins to pink the sky behind you as you ride west towards Morville. But by degrees, you realize that there is also a pink tinge to the western horizon. If you were riding up to Port Hope this would be the moment when you realized that civilization was in sight, but Morville is in no way large enough to stain the night sky with crimson under ordinary circumstances. Even if every villager in the place were awake and waving a torch you shouldn't see this kind of glow, and the self-styled Wolf King has already made it clear that when he's concerned, anything out of the ordinary is abjectly to be feared. Perhaps you could just turn around. Turn south, find the city. Start over someplace where monsters don't eat people just to torture anyone who dares stand up to them.
But Morville is where you have to go. So you ride onward, and the gradual effusion of sunlight confirms your fears as you get closer. Smoke—much more than at Arkady's farm, and the farmer and his children gaze wide-eyed at the black pillar rising to Oceus's heaven. Probably more innocents are dead under Cole's teeth and claws and blades. More homes torched and livelihoods destroyed.
Ryster was there. And Grandlekeen, the irascible trapper who wanted to feather most of you with arrows the second he laid eyes on you. Maybe they weren't caught unawares. Maybe they put up a fight and the villagers had time to flee. Time to hide.