Wolf had taken a full black tent and splattered his own blood on it to add color.For the inside, though, it was filled with weapons, training dummies, photos of loved ones and an alchohol bar, where Okiru spent most of the day drinking away the pain of seeing that poor girl dead, and having to bury her. His sobs would always ring through the night, and the sound of his kicks would wake those in the morning for their shift. Wolf was very sad indeed...