Tiny parks near the Amtrak train station, and begins the short hike to the rail-yards. His suit and tie are clean, but not pressed. The tie is loosened around his neck with a button undone as an allowance for the summer heat. He passes several homeless along the way, some dozing in the twilight hour, the rest looking miserable. Tiny bypasses them with a nod to the more coherent looking ones, and ignores the rest as he slides through the cut fence into the rail-yards proper.
The parallel lines of rusted steel bend and twist through the decayed area, rotted out planks of wood grow a fecundity of browncap mushrooms in the shadows of defunct and destroyed railcars.
Purlasane weeds spread over a stretch of desolate earth, with the occasional caw of crows failing to echo.
Bleeds Well had agreed to a meeting to discuss the oath of the moon. The rest of the pack was of course invited, and Tiny looks forward to hearing from them.
He finds the pack locus without any difficulty, and settles in on an earthen mound, pulling out a pastrami sub and beginning to satisfy the hunger of the wolf.