((If this isn't good enough tell me ^^;; I tried my best to re-do all of it. Sorry about the mess-up before))<br/><br/>A small wolf pup with an overall white coat with black specks on her muzzle, paws, and tail lay near the opening of the den. The soft dirt made her belly cool, and the smell of Earth filled her nose. She was just waking up from her afternoon nap. Her head swayed, nodding off sometimes, she couldnâ€™t seem to wake up. But she did. Stretching and yawn she looked up at her mother. She was a beautiful wolf, and she wished that one day she would grow to be as strong as her.<br/><br/>The pup stared out of the opening of the den and up at specks of the sun that had shown through the trees. A small breeze picked up but it quietly died down. Shaking the dirt that may have gotten into her fur.<br/><br/>Her siblings were also just awakening from their slumber. They were starting to get rowdy and when they get rowdy, she was always the one to get under the wolf pile. And that is exactly what they did. As a blur of fur and noses they charged at her and now she was being smothered. They always picked on her.<span style="font-style: italic">But what would you suspect when youâ€™re the runt?</span>She struggled and tried to get free of their massive yet small bodies that had engulfed her, she whimpered and pushed and shoved until she was tumbling away from them. The pup panted with exhaustion and glared at the other who just laughed and poked and called names at her like runt and ankle biter.