Wheeling Gull Isle Time is precious (All Welcome, plz join)

Shanti was sleeping in a hollow tree nearby, uncomfortable in the camp. He knew that as he had made his way through the ranks, wolves were probably wondering who he was. His dreams were warped and hazy...

Running. A glint of her beautiful eyes, a flash of her luxurious tail; teasing glimpes. The faster Shanti ran, the more trees seemed to crowd in front of him. Suddenly he stumbled, agonising pain ripping a screaming howl from his lips. But instead of blood, his Packmates voices spilled out into the open air.
"Disgraceful!"
"Who does he think he is?"
"Pretending to love the Alpha to gain power...the conniving little..."
"Even if he really loves her, the creepy little wolf doesn`t deserve her!"
The words stung, sharper than thorns. But worse was yet to come.
The laughter. Mocking, cruel, merciless; it stabbed at him with a thousand claws.
On and on and on and on...

"STOP!"
Shanti awoke, bolt upright. The birds had been spooked by his growl; easy pickings.
Prowling softly through the ferns, downwind of the unfortunate prey, Shanti sniffed and pounced. The bird he had jumped at flew, shrilly squawking. Shanti cursed and shot after it. A fallen log was in the way, but Shanti knew he could clear it. He leaped and... "Whoa!" His tail snagged on a branch and he tumbled forward. He growled softly and limped off, his ever present dreams haunting his every step.