don't." He looked away with a smile, "That's what makes the world, the lies that people make everyday, the things they miss to make ones day, see the error they have done, but it all seems to go around what ever is easy and never what it is right, that's the true way it goes."

He walked down to the fox den it was a tad too small though it fit him just fine though he wanted bigger, bigger making more room to go sleep in more then one or two spots to sit at and sleep. "Nothing better to do." He started to work on the den, making it bigger, for it being too small for him. He may be humble about other things but he wasn't humble about having a small den.

After some hours of digging and putting the dirt outside in a rather neat way he stopped to rest on the matter of his den. He lay on his belly looking out his den seeing some light poring in like water that didn't splash as it hit the ground.

He slightly shook his front paws bleeding from running into too many rocks as he dug scratching them open. He paused taking a breath his paws stung painfully like stepping onto a thorn with no shoe in that moment he felt the pain of it stabbing though the skin sending off pain to put weight off and pull the thorn out or just stare at it in pain he could only stare and wait for it to pass by letting him rest but he knew it wouldn't go away for some hours.

He slightly growled at te pain in his paws, he just wanted to stop so he could do something other then just lay there and wait for pain to go away. He took a look at his paws though the dirt he could see where they were cut open and bleeding it wasn't as bad as he thought it was rather small but it hurt a lot, much like a paper cut it's small but hurts.

Hector chose to just rest on his side, he knew he wold fall asleep then move on to the waking day. His wake came sooner then he wanted and tired to sleep again.

"Hey pain is away!" Hector made a happy laugh of joy. "No more pain for me! eh.." He paused looking at his den. "Hey it's bigger! Wait....that was me who made it bigger. No harm in making it even bigger."

Hector just as the day before started to to dig, when some dirt hit his head, he paused, "Oh no.." He moved to dash but a part of the den fell on him his back half. "OI!!!"  he looked back at himself his eyes wide.

"I have been cut in half!!!! RAHHH!" He started to scream in terror till he was out of breath, he paused taking a few breaths to start screaming again, till yet again out of breath. "Ahhh!!!" cries could be heard out side his den.

Later

He paused looking forward being stuck and gave up on screaming it took a few long moments to realize he wasn't cut in half, he growled unable to move at all on his other half that was under his den. He growled louder getting mader.

He started to try to pull himself out but with no success not even an inch out. He made an uttering sound as he tried to pull himself out with some words, "Lent me free, give me liberty or give me death EH!"

"LEt go!!" He tired pulling again going no where but in one spot. "Let me go devil of the evil spirits of the underworld!! Let me go and I will never return!" He lets a war like cry trying to pull himself out again, ending witht he same result.  "hmm this is what hell is like.."

He started to pant out of energy to vainly try to pull himself out again. "Oh so YOU think you have won you dirt on me no, just round one, one round all right big boy try this!"

He started to pull as hard as he could, "Let go, let go, let go, let go, let go! he screamed out, and as fast as turning on a light switch he was free from the dirt that kept him still and in one place for that time.

He went to run from the sudden freedom running into wall in his den, hitting his head, "Glahhh!" He cried in pain as he fell down onto his side giving moaning out in pain. "Oh no! AH!! Life just isn't far are fare-Fair!" He finally was able to say right. "Owww ouch!!!" He felt blood going down his head.

He paused looking up at den wall he hit he could see a tindy rock in the wall, he started to laugh loudly, "hahahhahha!" HAAAAAHAAAA!"  he rolled onto his back laughing harder and harder, "A rock the only rock in the wall my head runs intooooooo iiiittttt!" he stated extending his words as he laughed hardly being able to breath, "Ohhh! in my world that is true mine MINE!" He broke to his huge laughter again., but slowly turned to tears and crying. "Why me...why?"

He stopped crying and got up quickly going to the rock having his eye right up to it, very close to it, so you think you are tough!" He lifted his pay and hit the rock out of the wall and then hit it out of his den, "Oh Yeah! beat you sucka!!" He chanted a little for his victory, several times.

He stopped where he saw his den cave in on it's self, He stared at it, his mouth twitching, "That is going to take a while to clean up." He paused and moaned in protest, "I don't wanna!!!"

He looked around, "I swear I saw someone, I was talking to someone I swear..." he moved eyes left, and right, "Fine there was no one, but they are watching..."

He moved the dirt around, moving it around several times before pushing out of the den, he frowned "This well take fortime....no, the word it's like ever...forever that's right...it be easier if I had someone telling me if I was wrong or not that's for sure."

Ha walked out of the den not really readdy to right back to work to fixing his den right back up when it was half destroyed. He at down next to end of his den. The grass making a small noise as he did so, he looked down wondering why, they where longer then most grass. He turned looking in the forest where his pack would be if kept going foward and would make left turn.

He turned his den towards the ground staring at it found something he didn't notice, "I need to be as strong as grass...from start I was weaker then the grass, grass you trample every day...you can eat or and cut it...just growths right back...every time it daily gets hurt cut eaten but it just grows back after fire grass is the first to return to what was burnt in the first place and after...but why are they strong they been around loooonnnggggg time I can tell that, take every beating, every insult and get bent and go back to normal with no remorse....That's what I need to become..."

He turned looking into his den, "I was just bent...now I go fold back right back to normal...." he took breath ingouring the pain in his paws, "I should find a friend with big paws so if this happens I get him to help....Friend? Not in this pack buddy...." He spent the next hours getting his den cleared out till he was tired and let himself sleep. When he awoke, he turned looking over towards the mess, he gasped and started to twitch an eye, "It's bigger in the day...."

With a sigh he turned away, "I need to do something fun....what do I find fun....I mean I laugh a lot but it's about when I get hurt...I find it funny that when some are mad..it's funny eh...but what else? I need to find to find what I like..Yeah Hector you lost it...."

He looked up at the den's ceiling with hurt eyes, partly watering, "What do you think is fun?" He let his mind think and search, "There has to be something....you laugh so much....smile so much...." He looked down at the ground, still searching his head, "Eating?" I don't like eating alone....everyone eats with someone but me.... He tilted his head, "Hunting?" I can't catch anything I'm bad at it and the rabbit is the easy but I can't catch one even if I try... "Sleeping you like, no one bothers you or hurts you there. But I can't escape dreams of them hurting me, or scary ones....or the fact when I wake no one is around..."

Just because you smile and laugh doesn't mean your happy....it's just a fray I put on.... "I hate being alone...I hate other wolves...they're mean and refuse to understand...accept who I am....I hate them! I hate them.." He growled as he felt a tear, "Why do they make me feel this way...I hate them..." He shook his head trying to make the tear come off, "Why do I want them, I hate them!" He looked out the den, "Their debts must be payed! They must PAY! I HATE THEM!!! I.....HATE.....THEM......I HATE THEM!"

He paused to take a breath to howl his hate, "I HATE THEM!" He turned looking at the mess he had to clean, he smiled, "I found something...a good something....I like to get vengance... on them I will get my back stab at them." He didn't care he said a word wrong he didn't even know he had.

As he cleaned the mess from the night before he planned out the revenge he was thinking of, in several ways, murder was the keen one, he kept on thinking about, something they can't take back after he had done it. He smiled as he thought of it. "Just wait Hector......just wait."

He looked back in the den seeing it done much sooner then he thought, he laughed loudly and long, "Fun is great! I see why so many, so many do it! It's great.." He slowly stopped laughing. "In time...in time..."

He thought for a moment, "If this..is to be done right I need to take steps first...I need to remember the patterns of the pack when the wolves go out alone...when this happens, but which one I taget, I must watch closely." He turned his head, "It will turn out alright..about this hateding..hating with me now I will do something smarter instead of just getting hit I'll give them a piece of my mind and bite back." He smiled he could easily remember how often they hit him or