Brotherly...tolerance

Misery roamed the tarpits, a bored expression across his features.  The skunk-coated wolf mulled over the plans he was about ready to set in motion.  There was no need to kill in a proud one-on-one match when there with subtler and less dangerous methods.  Medusa beating their mother was an insult to the entire family and proof she should have been killed long ago.  Aside from the insult she’d also hurt Mother and stolen the pack away, disrupting the family.  

Walking along, deciding on what sort of poison and how he wanted to trick Medusa into consuming it Misery spotted a somewhat familiar face.  Yeah, that was one of Mom’s kids, one of the yearlings.  It was one of the pups that hadn’t done anything to agitate Misery so that was on the kid's side.  This was the first time he recalled seeing Enki here which interested Misery.

The black wolf with his silver strip made his way to the young man.  “Enki, when did you get here?  Were you captured or did you turn yourself in?”

"Speech"