Phobia was in a mood, never a good sign. He was sulking, he had pushed himself into the furthest corner of the den and was glowering at anyone who so much as walked past his eye line. He was being punished, he wasn't allowed to leave to go play outside, no he had to stay inside. Not his fault his siblings kept giving him such tempting openings! Besides he was the one who'd gotten hurt in the end! Phobia rubbed his sore muzzle on a foreleg, irritating the small bite wound all over again and irritating him all over again. He swiped out at a pebble, sending it bouncing out of his reach. He technically hadn't been put in the corner, no he'd put himself there. He didn't want to open himself up to mockery from his siblings, he knew some of them would see him as defanged and wouldn't hesitate to mock him. He wouldn't be able to stop himself from lashing out if that were the case. Still as he watched the only thing he'd been able to take his anger out on go rolling beyond his arms length he couldn't help the loud yell of anger that came roaring out of him. He hated this!
