The Universe's Mixer

Everyone had ways to blow off steam. Frank was OK with that. He was not fine with people that dealt poison to those that could not escape it's grip.

The Razor was a charming piece of crap watering hole that featured loud music, low lights, underage drinkers and heroin being dealt in the men's room.
Those that couldn't pay would steal, or offer favors for the need that screamed inside them. Innocence was the first victim of war. Tonight innocence could have the tally helped along.

Frank shouldered his way through the crowd. It parted fairly readily for him. He did not blend well with the emaciated twinks, and emo scarecrows that frequented the bar. He began to approach the bathrooms. His hand drifted under his trenchcoat, flicking off the thumb break that held his pistol on place.

As days went, these were beautiful ones. The sun was warm, but not hot enough that Firekeeper felt that shedding clothing was necessary, or Blind Seer like sleeping in the shade was an overwhelming need. Neither of them saw the use of being indoors or roaming the City, where the concrete and asphalt absorbed and amplified heat, so to the park they went.

They slept in their den under the bridge when the sun was too hot for Blind Seer's thick coat, chased rabbits and deer, and generally had a good time loosing themselves in being wolves. Blind Seer was glad to be someplace where he wasn't crushed by humanity; Firekeeper was relieved to not have to act like a human all the time.

This particular afternoon, they took out their good spirits on each other by wrestling, a time-honored pastime of wolves everywhere. "You're holding back," Firekeeper accused Blind Seer, wiping sweat from her eyes with a battered arm.

He panted, giving her an innocent look. "Of course not."

She snorted. "Liar. You have spent too long with the two-legs, to learn their habits."

He growled a challenge back. "Perhaps if Little Two-legs would give this her full effort--"

Firekeeper interrupted whatever Blind Seer was about to respond with by leaping at him with a growl of her own. Soon enough they were laughing as they wrestled, but to an outsider, all that could be discerned of their fun was a very large wolf and a bruised and slightly bloody girl attacking each other.