Improv Club

"The world is a stage, but the play is badly cast"

As you wandered through your territory, in the pursuit of a particularly spry hare, a strange sound fills your ears. Suddenly, your senses are assaulted by bright lights, fantastical smells, and the strange howls of other wolves. Out of the underbrush emerges a she-wolf adorned in glowing beads, accompanied by another flashy figure, a darker furred wolf who seemed to be harmonizing with her. As they pranced forward, their strange howls erupted into a chorus as more wolves danced behind them. How odd. 

Suddenly, the music peters out. You've been spotted! Preparing yourself for a fight, you realize you cannot possibly win: you're outnumbered. What kind of pack travels in such large numbers? You growl and bare your teeth at the leader of the pack, gazing into her green eyes. 

To your surprise, she begins to laugh. The rest of the pack follows suit. 

"Howdy friend! The name's Olive! Welcome to the Improv Club!" she grins. The what?  "We're just testing some new material here, do you jive with it? Finnick here came up with it himself!" she gestures to the darker male beside her.

Before long you're stuck listening to the sounds of the pack's music, a performance of song, dance, and little scenes based on the average wolf's life. They may not have been hostile, but this was torture in its own special way.  Eventually, the group finishes their show, gives you their good graces, and set out on their way, howling in tune with each other and probably hoping to find another wolf to harass.

How odd indeed.