The Wolf Nail in the Coffin

“Well, look who just emerged from the depths of the savannah.” My good old she-wolf girl, Jera Hallowell quipped as all the rest of both my fellow Skeenas and I; along with each and every one of the Hystericals and Golden Thunder Pack family strolled in through the main entrance doors of the Keystone cathedral, built and owned by the Philadelphia chapter of the Black Panthers anti-crime and animal rights organization in which Jera served as the proud general of.