First hunt brings no results.

Hiding from the wind and replenishing with Irish Whiskey

One of the darkest nights ever.

It almost did not make sense to hunt down the wolf the other night. It was cold, it was raining and the wind was howling at double digit numbers. The weather.gov forecast had predicted strong winds, thunderstorms, possible Tornado and other calamaties. B.B and I had a mission to accomplish and we just saddled up and rode. We altered our trip to be mostly s-n-n-s as to stay away from the stiff wind that was coming out of the East. It was the darkest night ever and B. B kept getting texts to come home for safety. We heard some strange noises, some elusive shadows were kinda seen near some woods near Lloyd. B.B's courage has been quite encouraging and good to see. The rest of the comunity has been hiding indoors in fear of the weather and the Fangs of the Werewolf. We intend to commit to our route heading towards Cherry Valley because that is where we think he is hiding out. Besides that we have heard there is a pizzeria and a diner in that general area.
Until next time,

Ari