My, how my heart races as I consider the name that I shall bolden, which signifies a damning vote for one of my brothers and sisters in this village which has provided us with so much, and yet made such demands of us that I have begun to falter, both in mind and heart. My fellow brother Plutonius, who has made such an exclamation of having 'scanned', a phrase he has uttered in the particular manner of speaking that he employs, one or more of us and in short succession, declared his affection towards an accusation thrown in the direction of his very integrity, or Koodauw, who has declared himself as being among the fur-covered ones enamoring to consume us down to our very bones.
As my heart slows, my mind inches towards an inevitable conclusion; the evidence, which mound reach to heights unfathomable by even myself prior to this lamentable chain of events, show that it is not only possible, but also probable, that Plutonius, followed by Koodauw, are both of the fur-covered persuasion after which we are pursuing, both in intellect and in our haste to ensure the continuation of our very survival on the land which we call, affectionately -- but somewhat unwisely, and as I consider this nomenclature, quite coincidental and frighteningly accurate -- Werewolville.