Misery and his litter were a solid year old now.  The dark coated wolf had won his first fight against Carnage even if not every one afterwards.  Still, as far as sisters went, he could acknowledge her as being worthy of their name.  If she stayed that way in Misery’s site was still a thing for the future.  Misery was small and lean but for all that he was a giant when it came to his level of confidence.  He just didn’t bother to show it around most wolves.  Carnage was different both in his being family and it mixed well with Carnage’s own demeanor. It was especially dark tonight, clouds fat with snow stole away light that might have otherwise reached them from moon and stars.  This was his favorite season.  Lying down on the volcano he felt the roughness of the ground hidden beneath the snow, and small flurries were falling onto his silver back.  Misery could easily go unnoticed to those not actively searching the terrain.  Just another splash of silvery snow atop the dark landscape.  He howled, calling for his sister to come and fight but then he lay his head down so that his eyes barely peaked out from between his paws.  Would she spot him?  Would she expect this bit of trickery? Misery wanted a spar but whether it started by a mutual agreement or surprise attack would be up to Carnages observational skills.  Misery wanted to grin, wag his tail and tense up in expectation.  Instead he didn’t move, remain relaxed and patiently waited.  Games were only as good as the attention they were given. Speech:"Want to play? "

Silent she was amongst the pack lands, embracing the darkness around her. It had been a while since she had seen her brother and it was clear the she was the closest to Misery. He was cunning and tactful and never failed to make her laugh or go out of her comfort zone. She stepped carefully amongst the pack lands, listening to the crisp wind brush past her. As soon as she heard the call a wicked smirk would kiss her lips, her crown turning to the noise. She would allow a quiet giggle to leave her lips before she would make her way to the noise. Where could he be? He was always so well camouflaged with the ebony sky while she stuck out like a sore thumb. She took her time in finding him, pacing up the Volcanoe, She would see him laid down upon the floor and she would act as though she were oblivious. Still a pup at heart "Hmm... Where could my brother possibly be? Surely not hiding from his favorite sister!" She would cackle, before accidently ( on purpose ) tripping right over him. She would playfully thud to the floor before attempting to slap his nose. "oh my! I didn't see you there! I seem to have lost my touch or perhaps you're just too tiny to see!!" she would scrunch her face and stick out her tongue. What had her brother been up to?? "text text text"