Me POV:

‘Well, at least I have a name now, even if it is weird.’

The entirety of the pit were staring at me, some sizing me up, the others wondering why my fur was snow white.

One pup, a particularly large one with pitch black fur, emerges from the group and stares down at me with a glint of superiority in his eyes.

“Lemme tell you the pecking order around here whitey.  I’m at the top, that bitch over there with the gray fur is mine, so don’t even think about it, and you’re at the bottom, just below the worms I’m going to make you eat for the rest of our training… got it?” Asshole

‘Hmm, probably around the size of a bloodhound, and is not that much bigger than me.  He seems to be banking on the fact that he has more muscle mass than me, other than that, I can’t discern anything else about him.’

He was growing increasingly more annoyed with the fact that I hadn’t answered him.  That’s when a few more large males and females started emerging from their groups, including the grey female he referenced.  She is less than happy about being “claimed” by Asshole.

So much so that she had jumped Asshole and had a clawed paw directly over his left eye.  She was snarling while he was whimpering in submission, a complete 180 of his previous demeanor.  She then raised her head while her demeanor only soften a slight bit.

“Your a leftover, someone who’s entire litter is dead at this point.  Don’t make trouble for my group or you will answer to me, Whitey.  Be useful, and we might just look out for you, follow your litter down the path of submission, and you might as well lay down and die.” Grey lady

“You have a name or should I just come up with something to call you?” Me

“Ruara, prove you're not worthless and I’ll even ask you your’s.” Ruara

She then jumps off of him and returns to her litter.  It looks like the others left their groups to put Asshole back in his place.  With that bit of excitement out of the way, I just find a patch of unclaimed pit and stake my claim; via pissing.  

The pit is huge by the way.  It looks like some sort of dried up mini lake, while the rest of the pack stays at the higher level, separating us and trying to promote us to come to an understanding by ourselves of what it means to be a pack.  I am going to have to make significant changes if I want to improve the pack in any way.

Another, leanor wolf with a large body and brown fur walks into my territory not long after I establish it.  I don’t bother to get out of my resting position since it’s clear he’s here for me.

“So, you're the new guy, right?  The Leftover?  You should probably know that, around here, only full litter’s are allowed to claim territory.  You’re a leftover, so you can’t claim an area.” Male

‘I should have expected some crap all rule like this one.’

“*sigh*, is this anyone’s territory?” Me

He looks at me quizzically.

“No, but I don’t see--” Male

“Well, you are looking at the entirety of my litter.  Now, are we allowed to go hunting at any time or must we wait for some predetermined time, because I am hungry.” Me

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He looks at me in curiosity.

“You need to find a hunting partner.. Why Did you say that you were the entirety of your litter?  Litter’s are always born in groups of at least twenty.” Male

I then start walking towards one of the other leftovers that looked as though she could handle herself.

I pause so that I can give him an answer.

“What I mean is, when I was born, all my siblings were already deformed or half grown corpses.  Good day.” Me

I then trot over to one of the hungrier, but stronger looking leftovers.  A female with jet black fur, except with considerably less mange.  Almost as if she grooms herself regularly; it’s even better than my parent’s.

She is currently crying, I don’t know why, but I have the bad feeling I’m about to have to care.  Damn, I thought one of the things about being a wolf was the allowance to act with mild psychopathy!  

…

Maybe I am forgetting some of the more important aspects of my humanity.

But who gives a shit at this point.

“Hey!” me

She continues sobbing.

‘So I have to get right next to her if I want her to even listen to me.’

I go straight over to her and nudge her with my paw, she stalls her tears and looks up at me and speaks with the closest thing we wolves have to sing-songy voice.

“Who-who are you?  Why is your fur so white?  Are you one of the spirits come to take my life?” Female

I roll my eyes.

“Fur’s white for many reasons, I’m not a spirit, and you can call me White; I guess, I just got here.  Why the tears?” White

“Oh, I’m Riuro.  I’m crying because my brother, the last member of my litter, just died.  A Lightning Elk skewered him while we out hunting.  I couldn’t catch anything and am now doomed to die by hunger as a leftover.  Why?” Female

“I was going to ask you if you wanted to go on a hunting trip, but you seem preoccupied at the moment.  So I’ll just get out of your fur--” White

She bolts up from her submissive position and wraps her front legs around my front right leg

“Take me with you, Take me with you, Take me with you, Take me with you, Take me with you, Take me with you, Take me with you, take--” Female

“Yes, yes, YES! [she looks up at me with hopeful eyes] You ready to go?  Or do you need to do anything before we head out?” White

“Nope!” Female

I am about to take a step when I realize I have one very important question to ask.

“Do you know how to get out of here?” White

“Lemme just ask my broth-- Oh… wait… I have no idea.  He was the one who was supposed to remember.” Female

‘Oh god no.’