It would be an understatement to say that our enemies are encroaching. Although our territory is highly valuable, that value creates constant conflict. I agreed to take control of Mendocino because that was the only way it could be, it had always been that way. If I was going to die over something foolish, then let it be at least defending a thing I love. Yet rather than just kill me off, instead this deal has led to increasing amounts of pressure being applied to my head and neck until I want to scream. Howl.
Sometimes I feel like the pack is just sticking our fingers in the holes continuously sprouting from the damn, and sooner or later we’ll run out of digits. The thing is, we finally had a bit of forward momentum. Praise various sundry deities for it. We couldn’t save that poor asshole who was thrashing in the hospital over a headache; turns out he was a beshilu. We did manage to track his husk down to the local laborers union and stop him from doing any real damage. Thanks to Mudd, we got the whole swarm, and now we have a possible new locus to call our very own. About time. I’m tired of having to drag my sorry hide from hell to breakfast just to check on the temperature in the shadow.
Brook is hard at work getting us an end run around the stupid ass Fort Bragg pack. I don’t know what those dudes are into, but they’re starting to get my attention and now is just not the time. I don’t want to exactly declare war on them, but they need to know to step up off the Sons. I believe in Brooks vision about the rail line, and we can’t allow them to have their way. Maybe several of our connected and we can undermine their attempts to undermine us. Cause we know that they knew that we knew that they knew… Where was I? Dax has some good shit.
Anyway, we finally had our meeting with Vito; which went better than expected. He plays the mafioso thing to the hilt, and I guess I can’t blame him. There is one thing though that keeps gnawing at me. The spirits over in the shadow keep acting like their world is all there is, like it’s the “real” world so to speak. This means we fundamentally approach everything from different angles. I still haven’t figured out how to work with that, but I’m getting there. We ended up coming to an agreement: we would help him in keeping Mendocino wine country if he chilled out and backed away from our corn farms. It’s perfectly reasonable, but I still want to punish him for his hubris. I want to throttle his fat grape neck and tell him that we are Uratha, we make the rules, and he’ll get whatever we decide to give him. For right now though, we need this agreement, and if he keeps his end of the bargain then we have enlisted our first allies against the pure. That ain’t half bad for a pack that’s “strictly speakin’” not even a real pack.