The old totem-calling ritual didn’t have many adherents these days, but it was worth a shot. The resulting message seemed to be calling our pack to Peoria.
As soon as we got there, we made contact with the local pack, who seemed happy to let us seek our totem as long as we avoided upsetting the herd, particularly the sheriff, and steered clear of a particular crime scene.
Working within those boundaries, we searched for supernatural troubles and came across three peculiar events:
- someone was selling “conjoined rats”
- a lot of cockroaches were invading houses near a homeless encampment
- a teen, Larry Montwell, had injured himself by jumping from the rafters of a gym (no word on whether he was actually awarded first prize in the slam-dunk contest)