Kael walked.
For a few seconds, that alone was enough to unsettle the werewolves.
The young man in front of the church watched him with a faint narrowing of the eyes. Around the churchyard, the red dots on Kael's minimap shifted, subtle movements reflected by faint rustles in the bushes and low scraping sounds from claws against stone. The creatures hidden around the church had expected a scream, a stumble, a desperate sprint into the trees the moment the deal was made. They had offered him a hunt, and prey was supposed to run.
Kael did not.
