Repose

[It knows it's been spotted.

The alpha is having difficulty, and the moon comes and goes, but the old wolf doesn't turn back into an old man. At first, it's seen wandering the sidewalks of the town, but one too-close call with an overzealous, gun-toting resident and it seeks the safety of the bad part of town. It's limping, and overzealous licking of wounds leaves fresh blood wherever it spends the night. Mostly, it sleeps under cars and trailers, stealing food where it can, unaccustomed to hunting in this bitter cold. Residents of the trailer park and hookerville report howling late into the night, but that's hardly strange when the wolves in town all seem to have over-spilled their boundaries.]

Where the hell are you two? I went by the Carnival and nobody was there.