Cyrus examined Badru as their father, a brindled wolf named Ora, tried to teach him a difficult fighting move. His form is off, he thought absently. His brother needed to curve his back more so he could squirm under the opponents belly, but he was keeping his back straight and kept brushing Ora's stomach, sending them both off balance. 

Ora sighed. "It's an improvement" Badru was looking away, black ears pinned and yellow eyes burning with frustration and shame. Cyrus felt guilty, for he had mastered the move months before him, and he knew that it must be hard to see his brother succeeding in everything when he couldn't even master one move. Cyrus perked his ears up and wagged his tail as Badru stalked towards him. "Great round!" The young wolf glanced at him, muttered "Show off" under his breath, and continued forward until he plopped down on a pile of moss in a somehow dignified manner.

Cyrus frowned, his ears and tail drooping. He turned away sadly, his pale golden brown pelt gleaming in the rays of sun that dotted the ground like shattered glass. His family was small, consisting of his parents, Ora and a beautiful ginger named Miracle, him and his brother, and a loner that had joined their group a few months ago named Shatter. 

He wandered through the woods, trying to find something that would clear his mind. He scented a small mammal, most likely a rabbit, and gained chase. His paws were light on the ground as he raced after the rabbit, and soon realized that by accident he had chased it towards camp. Cyrus began to close in and broke through into the clearing before putting on a burst of speed and leaping to end the small animals life. As he lifted his head, jaws red with blood, he looked around at the faces of the wolves around him. The expressions ranged from all the way from impressed to shocked and then right on to hostile. 

"That was amazing!" Shatter exclaimed. His parents nodded in agreement, but Badru was staring at him, a cold fury clear in his eyes, while as Cyrus looked deeper, he also saw fear in his brother's eyes, startling him.

What was Badru scared of?

It hit him. Badru was scared of not surviving. If he didn't learn to hunt and fight soon, he stood no chance whatsoever of surviving without his family. Cyrus stepped forward to talk to him, but Badru pinned his ears. "Your are such a show off! As usual! Leave me alone!" The black wolf snarled, and then turned away and bounded into the trees, leaving his brother standing with a sadness than ran deep into his heart.