Tyler screens a virtual tour of a state-of-the-art prison facility. He's speaking to the Wolf Lake elders, trying to convince them that such a facility will bring big money, new roads, and a horde of jobs for the good people of Wolf Lake. But then he points out that they can also lock up outsiders, meaning that most of the new jobs will go unfilled because Wolf Lake's population of approximately ten shapeshifters is already employed. Ty doesn't point out that part, but that's why I'm here. Anyway, he says that other rural counties have brought prisons to town to increase prosperity. "One big cage, huh?" Cates grunts. "Society's most violent offenders, right in our own back yard." Newsflash: they're already there. Wolves aren't exactly benevolent killer-carnivores. Ty eagerly says they can build it with local contractors, staff the kitchen with folks from local restaurants, and let a local person run it -- namely, Ty himself. "Humph," Cates says eloquently. "Our land is sacred. Pristine." Ty argues they can spare the acreage, and that it's time to use the land rather than wait for something better. "We have our legs wrapped around a rocket here. What the hell is it still doing on the ground?" Ty argues. Vivian smirks. She had her legs wrapped around that rocket last night. Cates nods, then offers crumbcake to the assembly. Ty looks pissed.