A New Party in New York,
Ryder, known by his alias, Romulus, went into the bar, where he heard of a tale of a wolf in white fur with a black hood that attends the bar. He checks the time and decides to introduce himself, knowing that challenging this lupine will drag him to where others have gone. Romulus, with his sharp senses and quick reflexes, scanned the dimly lit bar. He spotted a figure in the corner, clad in white fur with a black hood. His heart raced as he approached the wolf, knowing that this encounter could be his downfall. The wolf turned to face him, revealing piercing red eyes that seemed to see right through him. Romulus introduced himself and asked about the rumors he had heard. The wolf simply nodded and offered him a drink. "Lord, I tell you, I saw a bunch of Russophiles, and boy, they carried the banner of-" "What are you talking about?" the humanoid wolf replied. "You know these Russkies will do anything to seize power, and yet they fail each time."
The humanoid wolf simply nodded and offered him a drink. He knew all too well the dangers of political fanaticism. "I understand your concerns," he said, "but let us not generalize an entire nation based on the actions of a few. It is important to remember that there are good and bad people in every country." The man scoffed, taking a sip of his drink. "Easy for you to say; you're not the one living under their oppressive regime." The wolf sighed, knowing that it was difficult to change someone's deeply ingrained beliefs. "Perhaps," he said, "but we must strive for understanding and empathy if we ever hope to achieve peace and unity among nations." The man grunted in response, but the wolf could see a glimmer of contemplation in his eyes. "Son, I gotta tell you, I really feel like something is off with them."
"The Germans? French? Newyorkers?" Then they laughed together, and they drank with each other, and the party was going well. The wolf tilted his head, unsure of what the man meant. "Who do you mean by 'them'?" he asked. The man took a swig from his bottle before responding. "I mean the people in charge, the ones who run things. I don't trust them." The wolf nodded in understanding, but couldn't help feeling a bit uneasy. As the night wore on, the man's words lingered in his mind. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was indeed off, not just with those in power but with the world as a whole. The laughter and revelry around him seemed hollow and forced, a distraction from the underlying tension and unease that simmered just beneath the surface. But for now, he would try to enjoy himself and forget about his worries, at least for one more night.