We are wolves, disguised as men.

[Okita's down by the river, with a pile of small stones next to him and a little set of paints he nicked from one of the stores. He seems to be hard at work painting faces onto the stones, but every so often he stops and laughs at his handiwork. There's a small set of them done already. One is painted like a little pink pig with a really grumpy expression on his face. Another looks like a weird caricature of someone who looks equally grumpy with a pipe sticking out of his mouth.

Who else wants to wander by and see their caricature done on a rock?]