The Moon is Gibbous
Outside of any of the packs' territories, Tahoe Park looks peaceful tonight. The streetlights wash the area with bright light, and the moon above shines down on streets that are relatively deserted. There aren't many members of the Herd who would go out and explore the popular recreational facility at this time of night. It may be California, but it's starting to get relatively cold, and with the holidays coming up, most people's minds are elsewhere.
It's a few minutes to 1am. As the clock ticks onwards, an eerie stillness settles over the area. It seems to wash out the ordinary noise of the wind, the the clatter of traffic from the roads, and cloud cover moves in.
It's moving fast.