Nice Guys Always Lose

They both pissed on the same rock. He wondered if they had done that if he hadn't pointed it out and was amazed that they actually listened to him. But the younger wolf's excuse sounded crappy. He couldn't be much older than him and he claimed that he had a home before this, and then lived here for months? He used to admire him a bit, how he said what he wanted and moved for no one. But now he started to see him like a wolf like him, who just tried to find his place in the world. He couldn't understand how the older male could stay so calm. But then he was asked to join a side. Why? Was he the judge who could decide who claimed this lands? Was he a weapon now? Suddenly his mind was clouded with anger, and he became extremely self-centered and thought about all the mistakes the other wolves made, while he was the only one who did things right! He raised his tail much higher than appropiate and growled. He ran to the rock that was already dripping, and pissed on it. He was still growling, but slowly he got his mind back and grinned. "Your pee smells."