A dozen tents and crude shelters ringed the edges of a forest clearing, a fire pit in the middle. Most of the shelters were lashed together out of tree branches and tarpaulins. Sanitation was nothing but buckets, all bright yellow plastic right off a construction site. The werewolves slept in military-issue sleeping bags or on piles of branches covered with blankets and more tarpaulin. For the few injured, there were folding canvas cots. The smell of mud, wet dog, unwashed bodies, smoke, and blood was thick in the air.