Blackfeather Woods they say a kitchen time saves nine

His head spun in pain and confusion. How did she know magic? As a pup, he was told that only the Lord Wolves had powers such as magic. Was she some kind of descendant? He shook his head in disgust and anger. What kind of wolf would take pride in humiliating a wolf for their own entertainment? What kind of honor did that have? He looked up at Twist with a glint in his eye as she asked if he needed anything. "Food. I must have food." He had gotten a bit skinnier and weak from hunger. He was even worse when it came to water. He had eaten anything that was in the puny hole: Dirt, rocks, bugs. He had licked the moistened walls for any sort of water. When push comes to shove, he would do anything to survive. He needed to get out of here. It was lonely, dark, and horrifying to be in such a concealed place for days. He was aware that there was tunnels leading in different directions, but his vision and smelling senses had completely malfunctioned so he didn't bother to see where they led. Probably straight to hell... he thought sadly.