nom nom nom!

On one hand, Misery had better things to do than deal with one of his newest little siblings.  Why had mom wanted the third litter?  This one was probably going to be as much of a letdown as the majority of the other kids were.  

The small black and silver wolf did have a rather similar look to that of a skunk in wolves' clothing.  He made his way to where the pup was.  He didn’t have to like the little urchins, just tolerate them.  More than that though he needed to know them.  Maybe there would be one good one in a litter.  At least this one wanted to learn.  Well, it said it wanted to.

For all the thoughts of distaste when he approached the pup, Misery had a friendly smile on his face.  Misery hadn’t spent his years perfecting his fighting skills but instead learning how to play whatever role best fit a scenario.  Right now he was a big brother coming to help out the little kid.  Right now he would learn if the child was worth putting any real attention into.

“Hello, brother.  You want a fight?”  He was an adult and for the moment he was larger than the boy but as far as size went Misery was small compared to many wolves and he could always hold back the damage.  Today.


"Misery"