Lost Creek Hollow Perfect

Let's bring this scamp back, shall we? :)

Joss resentfully turned, sighed, and moved toward the area that Treason had called from, summoning the pack to her. He generally liked avoiding the others, as he hadn't made any real bonds with his packmates, still considering himself more a hostage than anything else. He was at the bottom of the pack, where Treason had decided to put him- and he'd wondered, over the course of the drab winter months, if he should have just let her kill him. He wasn't happy, staying in one place, doing whatever they told him to do, but always eating last. Now that there were more pups- and he hated kids, because even in their spud-like state they were still ranked higher than him- it meant more mouths to feed- and longer he'd have to wait to eat if the pack made a kill together. 

While he hadn't died over the winter, he hadn't thrived either. His physical condition had improved, but he still sized up to be little more than an average coyote for height and weight. He'd managed to build up a bit more muscle, but his pelt was so thin, dull and limp that every muscle, joint and bone still showed. He didn't look like he was dying anymore- but he still looked like he was starving. 

So he sat a little distance away, avoiding eye contact with all the others easily. He listened to Treason as she spoke, hardly interested at all in the news she had. Apparently Treason had chosen another name for herself- Arbiter- and he didn't know why she'd do that, but whatever. There were fewer pack members, which was fine. More space for him. And there were kids, but he didn't bother to look at them. He'd dug their home- but that'd be all the interaction they'd get from him. He had nothing to contribute, so he simply waited quietly until they were all allowed to leave.