A Meeting of Packs

Crossroads is not generally considered a large settlement.  The constant comings and goings mean that the population is only ever at about 40 to 50 people at any given time.  Every time a new caravan enters another leaves, and only rarely does anyone ever decide to stay, situated as it is in the sandblasted center of the valley.  However, this is not a normal time.  The crowds are dense, the streets crowded with Ravagers of all different affiliations.  Those tasked with keeping the peace at Crossroads are stretched to their limits as rivaling factions commingle in the dusty streets.  It is a dangerous time, but an exciting one.  Ravager Moots are rare, the last one having taken place several decades ago when the Two-Stripe pack first made their appearance and the White Paws secured their borders as the largest territory in the wastes.  In order to maintain what little sense of order they can, the de-facto mayor of Crossroads and the Sheriff has devised entertainment suited for their uproarious crowds.  A set of tournaments and challenges for the masses to focus their energy on have been announced, and merchants and brigands alike were quick to take advantage of the announcement.  

Now, as packs both large and small set up their campsites around the main hub of Crossroads, the minds of the populace are abuzz with excitement for the activities of Meet, and have blissfully forgotten the great threat that faces them, at least for now…