Week One-- Monday Who: Wolf and everyone else that’s at the Halloween party Where: The Trading Post When: Halloween late afternoon and into the night Why: The Wolves are hosting a Halloween party to boost morale
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Wolf spent the morning riding along the river in the Mustang’s territory. He often took day-long rides when something was on his mind. This morning that something was the death of a young drifter at the hands of the Mountain Lions. The entire incident had sent such shockwaves through the city that he’d considered cancelling the party. However, after much thought he’d decided to have it anyway. It would be the perfect opportunity for him to make a statement to the Mountain Lions, and the entire community. Of course the Mountain Lions were not invited but he was not stupid enough to believe that at least one of them, or someone working for them, would not be there. That was precisely the reason he was having the party on such neutral grounds to begin with.
He understood the point the Mountain Lions were trying to make by killing the boy. However, he did not agree with the Mountain Lions’ actions. He knew all too well that they could go to extremes, but something so brutal as burning someone alive was still shocking. He had to think of a way of letting them know, subtly, that the Wolves would not stand for such extreme forms of so called ‘justice’, and he had the perfect plan in mind.
In this new world it was every man for himself, whether that man was a tribe member or not. A tribe could be cohesive as humanly possible, but there would still be that underlying drive that brought all the members together in the first place. The selfish drive to stay alive, to do whatever it takes to keep yourself alive and yourself only. Wolf liked to think that he was above that base, animalistic and selfish instinct. Yet, like so many things Wolf tried not to be, even he could not escape that inalienable human-animal instinct.
As the shadows lengthened and afternoon drew near he made his way back into town, following the familiar trail from the Mustang’s riverside path and onto the concrete one that wound through the rusting cars that still littered the street. The Wolves had built a makeshift stable near the apartment buildings so they could keep their horses in town with them. It wasn’t much compared to what the Mustangs had but it was certainly more convenient than going all the way out to the farm.
Wolf arrived back at the Sundance Kid apartments around 3pm and helped to load up the horses and Radio Flyer wagons with the supplies they’d prepared for the party. He changed into his costume as well, a black collared cape and wolf-faced mask, both of which Nova had made for him.
Not all of the Wolves were coming to the party, a good amount of them had stayed to, ‘guard the fort’ if you would. It was a mere precaution in case some of the Mountain Lions got any funny ideas. Wolf and the Wolves that were coming to the party arrived just as the River Runners were busy setting up their moonshine stands. The Mustangs were already there, setting up the bonfires, jack-o-lanterns, and popcorn and their resident guitar player was already strumming away on his guitar. Wolf was amazed how he could make that guitar sing when it only had five strings left.
Horses were tethered to the trees surrounding the trading post and everything seemed to be going as planned. More and more people started to trickle into the trading post. Wolf was actually surprised at the amount of people who showed up. As soon as it was dark he climbed up on one of the picnic tables and removed his mask. “Hello everyone! I’m glad that so many of you could come!” He surveyed the Trading Post, now cast in a flickering orange light from the bonfires. He waited until everyone was quiet before he began talking again. As he spoke he glanced about at all of the masked faces, wondering who had dared to show up tonight.
“I know that I speak for the Wolves, and I’m sure the other tribes as well, when I say that we were all shocked and horrified at the actions a certain tribe felt in their right to perform earlier this week. I hope that, in spite of that, we can all have a good time tonight. However, we mustn’t forget what has happened. In fact we should all be sure to remember what tribe it was that was capable of committing something so horrible. Some tribes may think that they are the total law, the absolute judge and jury, but they are wrong and they would do well to remember that. The Wolves will not stand for such behavior, whether it’s towards a drifter or a tribe member.” Wolf was directly addressing the Mountain Lions. Was he making a threat? Sure, you could call it that.
“So, with that said I hope you all have a great time tonight. This is our world now and we’re the only ones who can decide what kind of world it will be.” With that, Wolf smiled and hopped off the table, his mask still dangling from his right hand. He took a deep breath and tried to still the nervous drumming of his heart as he went to stand next to one of the bonfires and await any immediate repercussions of his speech. If the Mountain Lions were smart they wouldn’t react at all, not at the party at least.