Lost Creek Hollow The prowler needs a jump

The younger one seemed to relax for now and he felt that his bone shards were perhaps safe from being stolen- for now at least- but Mona wasn't simply going to let him be, nor did she seem to approve of the way he'd been talking about her packmates, versus where he was in the pack. Perhaps she simply didn't know, and he had no choice, really, but to explain it to her, She had been very kind to offer him a meal- but as soon as he told her the truth, he expected for her to rescind it completely. 

"I'm here on punishment." He said. "I'm your...Plaything. Slave. Whatever you wanna call it." He said, though he still protectively curled one paw about th shards of whatever was left over from the deer's leg. He'd found it, and he didn't want to starve. Neither of the other two wolves looked like they were starving. Quietly, he added, "I don't think you're supposed to be nice to me." So he gave the envious young one just one more sour look before he abandoned the shards of the deer's lag, forfeiting it as he was supposed to. "You wan' it? Take it. Don't choke on the splinters." He advised sourly, and stood, moving away from the few smal chipped pieces of bone and deer hoof.