Moon is Crescent
The creeping autumn chill is accompanied by long shadows, deep whispers as wind flies through leafless trees. Further, on the horizon, towards Sacramento, there are lights....but not here. Not in this recluse of wilderness in mans jungle, as the wolves hunt in the unknown darkness. Well, unknown for the humans, but not for the wolves who had scoured their territory for years. Familiar paths appear to Sally and Matthew, and the rest are quick to fall in and follow through in the darkness.
The night air, though windy at the onset of the night, stills. The woods quiet as the predators stalk through their hunting grounds.
Perception rolls, please!