Lost Wilderness. a resistance story

Prickles was hiding under the yew bush, surrounded by trees in front of the clearing that the pack lived in. He was lucky his dirt brown fur blended in perfectly with the soil around him. And his black eyes looked like the little berries that sprouted in the bush next to him. I will never find a mate, Prickles thought, I’m too ugly. He watched as Bramble, the leader of the pack, walked into the forest by himself. Prickles recalled the day when Bramble banished Prickles mother, sister and Prickles himself from the pack. He cringed at the thought of it. It was snowing and Prickles had no way of defending himself as he was hauled out of the camp. Now, seven years later, Prickles is back and knows what to do about the big creatures invading the foxes’ territory.