Lost Creek Hollow The Wind that Ruffled my Fur

At the word Cougar I let out a growl. "Why can't those creatures mind their own business!"  mumbled. As the wolf mentioned my battles, I relaxed a bit. "Well, as you know, I was abandoned, so I had to look for a pack. I was accepted, but then they accused me of killing since I was omega. I was attacked and got a tooth stuck in the ear and it is stained red with blood. That battle I failed at, but I was two years of age so I couldn't take on an adult. Then, as I traveled, I came across a lone wolf. We fought and I won, though the poor creature was driven to fight because of starvation." I said with unease. I didn't mention my skinned leg, the mark that never lets me forget the battle. The next battle was the major one. "The last one before coming here, happened in the middle of the night. I was sleeping and then a... a cougar came and slashed at me. I tried to defend myself or get away but it was too strong. It slashed me and left me with a slight limp in my right leg. That's why I hate them so much... I just can't defend anything from them." I added. I pointed to the scar that led from my eye to my tail-tip. "I have been in littler battles like this but those were the important ones. Mostly me getting attacked by some wolf or creature bigger and stronger than me..." I said in irritation. I wish I  lived a normal life I thought...