Lost Creek Hollow The prowler needs a jump

Joss was not necessarily the most well-natured creature on the planet, so he followed behind Mona begrudgingly, but was increasingly more and more perturbed by the actions of the youngster who seemed to find it amusing to harry him forward by occasionally nipping at his heels. The first time it happened, he'd skittered forward, nearly bumping into Mona's hind end, surprised at the sidden nip to his ankle. He'd given the kid a cautionary glance, but when it happened again- and again, Joss began to lose his patience. 

Be cool, he told himself. You're supposed to be punished. And up until this point, he'd been fine with other wolves looking down on him. He was also aware that he wasn't supposed to harm youngsters. But the fact that he was not being taunted for amusement caused him to eventually snap. So, almost purposefully, he slowed a bit, just enough to invite another nip from the young wolf. 

With a snarl, he turned siddenly, snapping his teeth viciously in the air, the fur along his spine sticking straight up. The spittle that frothed at his teeth might have made him appear to be diseased, as did the filmy look to his hungry, slate grey eyes. "Do that again and I'll skin you," He hissed. True, he was there on punishment- but that didn't mean that the pack should encourage its youngsters to develop sociopathic tendencies.