Storms make trees grow deeper roots (Pack Meeting)

He had tried to make it a bit obvious. He didn’t want to be here anymore. These wolves were so foreign to him and as he grew copper wanted more and more isolation on his front. Every time he saw his sister he wanted to just… see what would happen if he pushed her face into the ground and told her how worthless she was. Alas that was "unacceptable" and his father had the same things to say. Well then why had his mother lived such a freeing life. When had she died what, six years old? That didn’t seem like too bad of a run for fun.

Copper yawned boredom, finding a space as far from the others as he could but still within earshot. A storm was brewing in this one’s mind and it may not be something his fellows wanted to deal with. Copper had rage built up inside of him, nasty thoughts swirling around in his brain. Bloodshed, he wanted that over all else. Snorting he sighed and settled back, yeah, he didn’t want to be here.