Echo dropped another limp rabbit onto the pile. He stood beside the other boys, infatuated by the tall flames of the campfire. They stared deeply into the flickering for awhile; their silvery fur hoods, with ears, glowed. Whiskey broke the silence:
“Wolves,” the boys looked up to the stars and howled in response, “tonight is our night.”
Whiskey produced a flask from his coat, took two swigs and passed it around. He continued:
“Echo, Cascade, Avalanche, Crow and I have all caught our rabbits. We are wild. We are free! Let's give this town something to 'rip from the headlines'!”
Many on the forum have asked me, so here's my answer: a spoonful of lighter fluid. And you'll need to wash it out really well when you're done.