This Wolf Pack prowls with socks, sandwiches and smiles

Al Harrington was digging through a bag of turkey sandwiches when the fight broke out. 
Like so many of the disputes that erupt on the streets of Montreal, its origins were unclear. It could have been a simple exchange of insults that snowballed, an old score that needed settling or perhaps just a textbook case of revenge.
Regardless of how it began, one woman was intent on keeping it alive. She lunged at a middle-age man, swinging a wild right hook toward his face. The punch glanced his ar