Brotherly love? meh. Tolerance?

It was night, though it could be hard to tell for most.  The black and silver wolf had been raised to the dark of night and need not have solid facts to ascertain what was a true night by the time of day.  Roaming the mountain top Misery took note of where crystals sprouted up on the rocks.  He watched to see how fast new ones were popping up.  They were at best a nuisance and at worst a likely cause of the illness.  Now they had young pups that mom would want to be kept safe.  They were young and Misery had yet to decide if any would be useful to him but regardless they weren’t to let them die.

Disliking the number Misery decided he’d tell one of the other wolves to work on clearing up some of the crystals  Misery had no intent on touching them himself.  Taking a seat for himself on the mountain, he glanced up watching the fireflies dancing about.  What was their part in the mess?  There was a lot of work ahead for the pack to do, and his would most assuredly be delegating.

"Misery"