Swiftcurrent Creek I only act like I know everything

Nope, Trick can't catch the fishy :(

He sighed as memories rolled back into his mind. Her curiousness was not looked down upon, it was just slightly annoying how one question could bring so much misery. His biological family was a small one, with even smaller, dark wolves. They were attacked, he was just a little boy back then. Odin had taken him in, and he got a new brother and mother with it. He got bullied, mostly for his small frame and dark hued coat. It was so uncommon, and others could not appreciate it. It was then that they started calling him Trick, for they thought he had been possessed by the devil. All white coated idiots, he hated them. Only his mother knew he wasn't all that bad, but that wasn't enough. It was then that he decided he shall play the roll that was shoved onto his plate. A trick he would be then. He started getting into poisons, herbs, acting, lying, scheming and all the other bad things a wolf could do. It's... It's a long story, my lady. He sighed.

Finally, the fish was a decent distance away, but his emotions were messing with him. He snatched at the water, but only got some water in his lungs. STUPID DALCOP FISH, I SHALL END YOU! He screamed at the water out of anger, but what he didn't notice that he was unstable. With a long, cartoon-ish fall, he fell in the creek, scaring most fish away. He went all the way under, but his small frame was easy to hold up. WHY MEEEEH! He screamed, crawling, struggling back onto the shore. A drenched raven wolf looked at the female, grumpy and embarrassed.