Time to work

Misery had left his mom so that she could rest, heading down to the redbud nook before howling a summons for Voodoo and Sorcerer.  Misery had a task for the two of them to complete.  Admittedly both wolves were young and he wasn’t sure how well trained either were.  Misery was also young but he felt himself superior to others of his own age.  Certainly, his new raise in status hadn’t humbled his ego at all.  

Waiting for the two the black and silver wolf looks up to the never-ending night.  Misery had always preferred the night, both with mom having raised them to it and how well the darkness merged with his own coat.  There was such a thing as to much of a good thing.  The eternal darkness through off the pattern of day and night cycles so that animals that kept strictly to one were confused and their behavior erratic.  The night was the least bothersome of all else though.  

There was a lot of work to do and neither enough wolves nor enough time.  He had other work that needed to get done so hopefully the two he just summoned were close and didn’t take their sweet time arriving. He was ready to offer a formally polite smile both the moment he’d spot them approaching.  So long as they came timely at least.

"Misery"