Letting out a surprised squeal of pain. My body rolled painfully in the dust. Realizing my mistake, I tucked my tail tightly between my legs and sunk into the ground while grinding my face into the dirt. Wincing at my bruised side, received by a sharp headbutt to my flank given to me by a Lord(1) of the McDuff Clan. The russet furred male snapped at my muzzle, making sure that I was aware of my pack status. Stifling a snarl, I made myself look smaller than him. In hopes that I won't receive another humiliating shove or bite. Another Lord from a pack, coming from the McAngus Clan spoke out.
"Cliff let's go, don't waste your energy on this Canker-livered(2) wolf." He said with a snarl towards me.
The two wolves walked away their tails high in the air. Stumbling away, my tail still tucked between my legs and my ears flattened on my head as a clear sign of submission. Crawling away on my belly, I made myself scarce during the Clan's joined byrrgis(3). I wouldn't plan on thinking that there would be anything left after the higher ranking wolves have eaten.
I'll hunt a hare or magpie. Small, but I just need the blood and internal organs. Sneaking away in the outskirts of the McAngus's territory I faced the Salt lakes. Flicking my ear, the soft click of gnawed prey bones. Smaller than my paws, I had gnawed a story on my ear pierces. I had a new goal driven in my marrow though. To dig a up bone that I have hidden away here. The leg of a moose, her story I have yet to finish.

Lord-A wolf leader within a single pack of a clan.
Canker-livered-One of the few known wolf curses.
Byrrgis-A long flowing group of wolves, mostly a hunting formation, or when exploring new territory.