Anyone Got A Potter's Wheel?

Was Louis wandering a bit far from the den? Maybe. Was he given explicit permission to do so? Not really. Did he care? Sort of. Anxiety still laced his paw steps as he hopped across half submerged stones to the other side of the river. Did it really matter that he was taking a risk if no one knew? He needed time away from his siblings anyways. They had a way of making him feel... small. Panic was the best, the number one, the ringleader, and nothing he could do would make him feel like he was on the same level. Malachai was a little better, but he hated how he’d just been born bigger. It wasn’t fair, why couldn’t he be born big and strong with horns and teeth like the other pups he’d seen?

He looked up, brooding interrupted by another pup on the other side of the river, her scent strange and foreign. He’d been able to recognise the scent of wolves from sister packs like the Habari or Armada, but the smell that assaulted his nostrils was completely different. “Who’re you?” He bristled, tiny tail held high.