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Emotionally and physically exhausted, a part of you wants to simply slink back home and pass out on your bed. But you've never missed a play before and even now you simply can't shake the temptation to engage in genuine entertainment.

Throughout your life you've seen the broken, scattered remains of human technology: televisions, video games, and computers. But precious little was left in working order after the Purge, and while some of the remaining devices continue to function, the human government has long since cut off all television and internet signals to the refuge.

Absent the entertainment that humans take for granted, the Haven pack continues a tradition of performing arts at Haven's single remaining theater near the docks of Long Wharf. Tonight's show has been teased with the tantalizing title The Sheep Eaters, and you've been looking forward to it for weeks.

By the time you arrive, the auditorium is already crowded with elders, adults, and pups alike, all clustered and vying for good seats close to the action.

Dena is seated in the back row, smiling as she watches normally good-tempered adults compete to sit in the front. You're surprised to see Bly here as well, sitting on the edge of her seat, neck craned forward as she watches the chaos, and there's Jolon, leaning against the far wall, arms crossed and half-hidden in shadow.

The house lights go dim, and the pack's clamor quiets to a dull roar. There's still plenty of places to sit, provided you weren't hoping for a front-row view.