Vision was limited in our wolf masks. On Saturday night, Maurice's scarf handoff failed to happen at first, but in my mask I didn't notice, nor did I notice that he was continuing to make the handoff. I was just baffled that he wouldn't flee from the ferocious wolf pack. Was he spoiling for a fight? I started clawing the air to signal our fearsome wolf intent.
I was even more surprised when we left the stage to learn I had the scarf. How did that happen? Life seen through small slits is a mystery!