It is midsummer. Long evenings. Lazy days. The city simmers gently in heat under brazen skies.
Hector has claimed a set of tables and benches in one of the less popular parks on the northern side of downtown. The park is forgettable: a carefully manicured square of lawn and flower beds. At least the gardeners have been kind and placed the benches under a stand of shady trees, unlike some of the other city parks that really don't want the public malingering on their stage-managed perfection.
The Alpha will not be dissuaded.
He has rocked up with several bags and he lays out a small spread as if he were expecting 'guests'.
He is. He is expecting Clarion Call to join in this feast to celebrate the high point of the year.
An open social for all wolves. Come and join Hector relaxing.