Lost Creek Hollow Found somethin' there, chief?

It was fortunate for the wolves of the Hollow that they were as far inland as they were. Though the winds ravaged the coast, Joss felt quite confortable hidden withi the woodlands he now called home, even though it didn't feel like much of a home. Whenever he was found, he tended to get called upon for this task or that task. Guard the borders. Catch food for the caches. He was always doing things for others, at their command, and having to surrender his comfy napping place or the meal he'd caught for himself, so that he almost always felt hungry. Whenever he did catch something, he had to wolf it down, frightened that someone else might find him, and come and take it away from him. 

Small things like mice were easier for him to catch and gulp down before anyone could ever demand that he give it up to them. He'd caught two in the morning, and by mid afternoon, when the skies had started turning grey, his hunger made his stomach clench, twist and growl angrily. He was starving, and even though he'd been low on weight when he'd joined the pack, he was even lighter now. Had he made the right choice to stay and be their captive? Not if he starved to death.