Lion Head Mesa did you think it was Friday or something?

it was a lavish affair no doubt. shoko let his eyes wander over the grandeur; even his pack’s most celebrated events paled in comparison. 

he let his gaze sail over the sea of nameless faces; all bathed in splendor and merriment. not for him or arsenio, who hung out of the fray as grim faced guards. 

i will do my best to appear a stranger to you. shoko murmured under the waves of chatter. who else is here that i might strive to know? who should i keep eyes in my back for, or look out over?