Mix ups, Fall outs and Coincidences

Paging Gale

I hate this smell. It smells like blood, death and human pollution. It hasn't smelt like this in a long time. The den smells so toxic that I suggest we move out further on the hill. No one listens to me because I'm the youngest and I should be focusing on making the den bigger, stronger and cleaner for the den competition. Honestly I'm excited for that because we get all the livestock of the right land to ourselves if we win but if we lose, we eat what we can find on the left, where the humans are. My pack is the worst pack in the whole entire wolf world. They leave me alone when it's dark, they attack me for food and my brothers and sisters always snicker at me when I try to hunt. Crickets. That's all they let me have. I always thought that if they let me get a bigger meal, that would give me more energy to hunt and clear up the den. But of course it's out of the question. Our pack motto that I engraved on the mouth of the den is "The cubs of this pack are the future of us". As painful as it sounds, I kind of rubbed it in but again no one really understood this pesky cub inside of me.