With Tooth and Claw
The clouds gathered over head like some ominous sort of forecast. Setting the tone for the night, making it less and less likely that there might be people out and about. Which was a welcome relief. The rain itself would be cooling while it lasted, ending the heat from the day that the sun had baked into the ground and been caught up in the branches of trees. It was healing, refreshing, and all the things the rain should be. With all the added bonuses of keeping the human population out of the woods where they didn't belong.
As the sun set it brought a bit of cool before the sky let loose of it's tears. The grounds around the pack started to light up on their own as the light from the sun faded. Not that it was needed, they could all get by just fine without the light. But it was nice, and a force of habit really. Some things just didn't go away even after you were turned into a wolf like creature. Habits from mortal life that didn't fade as your humanity was stripped of you. And just like they didn't really need to cook their food, it was still nice to give it a little heat.
Cook fires started up as though who's inclination to cook took over and they started on their parts of the meal that would be brought together for everyone to share under the slightly sagging eaves of the tent that served as their meeting place. It was one of those large tents like the ones you'd see at a big out door wedding, old and sun worn and in need of patching in some places. It did well enough to keep the rain out during the summer months and snow off during the winter. It made them feel a bit more civilized. Just a bit. Even if most of the pack tended to show up at the table for supper in little to nothing at all. Often with dirty hands, that they ate their food with. But boys will boys.
Tension was an ever present thing for the last few months. Things had been building for years, but the last few months had been the worse. There was so much unknown, so much at stake here. But today they could relax, today they could feel alright knowing that even the craziest of humans would probably be staying in their homes tonight and that they had nothing to fear. It wasn't even close to full moon either. Everything would be nice today, like it used to be.
A bell rang out through the little commune of the camp that they lived in. Dinner bell. That brought the lingering ones out of their tents and lean-to's and huts and whatever it was that they had decided to call home. And just in time for the sky to pour out its blessing of rain upon the forest that they called theirs.
The long table was set with mismatching plates and glasses. It went well with the chairs that didn't match either. Little did here. Things broke easily, it was too much of a hassle to keep up with keeping everything the same. In the center was plated a mound of food, mostly meats and a few vegies. And around the table quickly filled in the empty spaces with the varying forms of the pack, talking among themselves, the head of the table filled with the silent and ever watching form of their Alpha.