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His attempt to launch himself at his sister only led to the other wolf picking up her paws and dashing. He was big and clumsy, and she was good at running. His paws fell short and she escaped his grasp, dashing out of the cave with half his prize. He gave up, knowing he'd never catch her. He stomped back to the other half of the fish. Picking it up, he angrily threw it back into the water. It splashed a short distance away, and his face fell. Crumbling up, so he hid it behind a paw.

He cried, he cried for the joy his sister had broken. Cried because he was big and clumsy, while the rest of them already seemed comfortable in their bodies. Here, where no one could see him being weak.