Hushed Willows By streams that never find the sea;

One of the few good things about the territory was that the local plant life was pretty good at providing convenient hiding places.  Mali had been hiding a lot recently, but that was probably better than just running off entirely like he was tempted to do when his sisters were missing. But that didn't change the fact that he wasn't happy here, and there wasn't much he could do about it.

They'd been moved what seemed like halfway across the planet and then the two wolves he hated the most took over.  Why were they even here? Why couldn't his family go somewhere else that didn't have any of them? He still avoided the pups as well.

Yawn. Mali had been napping at the foot of a willow, hidden away from most prying eyes. He'd been awake for maybe ten minutes now and was just hanging out and watching what little he could see of the outside world go by. What a dumb world.