Kicking it into gear!

Misery had been taking his time along the pack border and could be technically called a patrol but he was less interested in guard duty and more interested in the recent changes in the environment.  The fireflies and darkness lasting abnormally long made no sense and he disliked having no answer to the questions he asked himself.  Misery roamed in and out of the pack land but never overly far off.  

When mom called for the pack he stopped what he was doing to glance in her direction.  Meeting time?  Misery imagined what all might be mentioned at a meeting and had to acknowledge mom’s future pups would be a part of it.  He recalled a prior meeting where promotions and demotions had happened so perhaps this would be the same.  Misery had been a lot younger then and had been given to a mentor to train.  Of course, his training had to change soon when that first mentor hadn’t worked out.

Loping to where the pack was gathering he offered a charming smile to the wolves gathered as he pranced up to where mom was and, unfortunately, Kali.  For the sake of appearance around the others he offered his useless sister a dashing smile.  Kali knew what he really thought of her so there wouldn’t be any stupid misunderstanding.  Carnage also got a polite smile that was far less irritating than having to smile at Kali.

 Looking from family that was already here to the rest of the pack he considered his mom’s rule of it and once again found the idea distasteful.  He had no desire to be tied to anything and that was all that really happened if you became Seraphim.  Misery still hoped for Carnage to win the station but as far as he could tell Kali had been putting in the most work.  That was a pain because she was a pain and, a worthless one at that.

"Misery"