Stormy weather with chance of bright future

Mom was in the den, excellent.  At her first words though Misery paused on moving further in, dipping his paws in a puddle just enough to help wash off mud that had been there.  He made sure each paw was clean and even gave a good shake off of rain droplets while still outside before coming in.  

Misery made his way over to sit on the furs near his mom, “Not that bad, think the bad part isn’t gonna hit us.  I’m surprised Caranage and Kali aren’t in her making sure each fur is in place,” said with a small smirk at his sisters need to look so perfect.  Sure was a good thing he had someone with better priorities like Wendigo in his litter.  

“Anyway, I figured it was a good time to talk.”   Misery sure hoped she decided to see him as mature as he felt he was.  He was better than the others, did she know that?  Of course, Kali and Carnage probably thought they were each the best also.  Stupid Kali was the worse but, this wasn’t the time for it. “So, I intend to be Maarifa Tarshishim in the future.”  

Misery had no concern for the final result that he would ‘try’ to be, he would make it happen. “So, I’d like the status of Maarifa Hashmallim and I want to go and spy on a pack or band or something now to get experience.” The best part of his age was using youth to appear harmless or naïve but now he was aiming for as mature as he could.  His chest was out and those shoulders rolled back.  Surely mom would see he could do this.

The only reason Misery didn’t care about leadership was he’d rather be out spying on others, a task he surely couldn’t do, and lead the pack.  The black and silver pup would just make sure he helped Carnage get the leader role in the future.  She would be the best for letting Misery do as he pleased.  Kali would probably try to make his life a real pain with rules and crap.

"Misery"