Brotherly love? meh. Tolerance?

Misery flicked his gaze over to his little brother as the kid approached.  Speaking of the little darlings it appeared one had come to visit.  The boy was given an indulgent friendly smile, a good proper smile of an older brother that loves his siblings.  Who knew if he’d even decide to like one of the little shrimps.  

“Hello Mac,” Misery said in a friendly tone, “I’m Misery, to those outside the pack I go by Izzy.”  Outside wolves might find Misery to be a strange name and make them suspicious of the boy's nature.  Something more innocent worked better for his line of work.  

Misery let out a lazy yawn before laying down to be on the boy's level.  Misery could be lazy and at times enjoyed it, after all, there were others that he could talk into doing work so that he didn’t need to.  “Hmm, so,” Misery made a show of looking about then back to Mac, “are you supposed to be roaming on your own?”  It was probably fine but might as well hear what the boy would think of the suggestion he might be misbehaving.  It would be even more amusing if it turned out he didn’t have the permission of course.  Unlike when Misery was a little kid things were more dangerous and mom’s health was shaky.

"Misery"