Dick Wolfgang

[unseentangerine]

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'!”