All in a day's meal...

[Flynn]

Flynn shuffled through the vegetation near the dens, his sensitive nose was prodding around, searching for a tidbit or morsel. His clawed, almost hand like paws, dug through the moist dirt at the base of one of the larger trees. He squinted his beady black eyes trying to decipher what he was uncovering. It looked like a tuber, smelled like a tuber....he took a bite. Good, it was a tuber. With a few snaps of his oddly toothed jaws the white root bulb vanished down his scrawny throat.

The shrewolf moved his nose up the bark of the tree, he reared up and clawed away some bark, hoping to find termites or grubs. No dice this time. The myou growled a little in frustration and kept moving. The pack was growing by the day, which was nice, but it seemed that there were fewer leftovers for the Cleaner to clean. His stomach also made a frustrated growl.

He came out into the clearing, sniffing around for palatable vegetation. Those berried made him sick last time...that type of mushroom almost killed him....he was having little luck this afternoon. His constant search for food is all that he had his mind on at the moment. With a slight huff he decided to try another foraging spot. He began slinking across the Commons, taking a shortcut to another one of his little trails.

The small wolf paused just on the edge, ah ha! There was some fruit he had eaten before. His nose did not miss the pungent scent. He waddled over and began scarfing up some of the overly ripe fruit that had fallen off the trees. He was so absorbed in his grazing that he was not fully aware of his surroundings....

[Brightness Darkly]

Brightness heaved in a deep breath. He wasn't sure what he was doing but he was hoping to be anywhere but, well, here. He had had enough of sucking up to his mother and brother. Though he wasn't sure what to do. It seemed the only way to survive. He would be lucky if he could escape for a moment. It was like no matter where he went there was another scary wolf lurking about.

Which it was no surprise to him to see Flynn. It was also why he wasn't freaked out by his appearance. Though Brightness could admit that he was curious but not enough to actually approach the Myou. It was the bright yellow pup's relief that the other didn't seem to notice him.

Brightness stared for a moment longer before turning to creep away. Unfortunately creeping was not one of Brightness' strong points, not that Brightness had many strong points. So in his attempt his left front paw knocked his right paw out from under himself. The pup went down with a high pitched yelp and ended up with a bruised chin.

[Nightmare Darkly]

Nightmare trotted along, tail a-wag, thoughts less malicious and unpleasant today. His mama had given him the biggest bone of the jackalope, and he'd stabbed another pack member with one of the antlers before running off, giggling.

Now he wandered about, stomach full and michivious spirit quelled for the time being. He hummed a little song he'd heard circulating about, one that any good pup's kind mother would no doubt reprimand him for singing, but one no one particularly seemed to mind him going around with.

So lost in his happy little world was he that he didn't notice his brother Brightness on the ground, and tripped, flying forward with a squealing howl of dismay and running into none other than his sworn enemy- Scratcy Flynn!

He scrambled to his paws, looking up at the odd wolf. He disliked the Myou's appearence, nor his funny eating habits, nor anything else about him. His initial shock was replaced by malice, and he backed up.

"Ew, lookit!" he said, "It's Scratchy Flynn!" Pulling a face he jumped around, singing an improb song and trying to incite the Myou.

Lookit Scratchy Flynn
Eating a wolf for din!
He's icky and mean
And aw'f'ly uncleen
Why dinnit his mum keep him in?

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He giggled at his song, a cruel smile playing on his muzzle.

"Scratchy Flynn is ugly! Scratchy Flynn is a meanie! Scratchy Flynn, no one likes yew, yewr a weirdo! Scratchy Flynn, when I'm da Don, Imma kick you outta da pack and let da dragons eachu up!" he didn't mind telling the Myou of his ambitions. He didn't believe anyone could stop them anyways.

[Flynn]

Flynn spun around, hissing at the high pitched yelp from the quieter of the brothers. His fur stood on end and he snapped at the air as something small ran into him. His red-capped teeth were bared, his nostrils a-flare as he tried to identify the blurry ball of fur. Those wretched pups? The idea of them put a bad taste in his mouth. Of all the wolves to get pregnant, Elegance was one of the ones he would not have pegged for the rearing type.

His tattered ears flattened at the stupid little song the pup made up. He didn't care what others thought of him, but he did care about annoying whelps in his face when e was trying to find food. His clawed hand-like paws dug into the dirt, very tempted to smack some respect into the kid. He had to learn sooner or later.

"I should have eaten you when I had the chance, Nightmare." He actually snorted a little when the pups spilled his ambitions to him, " Right, like You could ever become the Don." Of course if that did happen, odds would be that Flynn would already be dead, thanks to his shrew soul.


((ooc:Sorry it took so long to respond, I wasn't sure if Elegance or Salioon was going to show up first))