ChickenarmyScout

Splat!

"Hey!"

"Get back here you lil scoundrel!"

Hopper, running with mischief in his eyes, ran as an angry herbalist, caked with yolk, ran after him. He ran through the forest, a path he knew like the back of his paw. Left, right, over the branch, under the rocks, into his family's cave. Giggling as he lied in his bed, pretending to sleep. 

Thud. Thud. Thud.

I'll get that; his father says. The herbalist, so irritated that if wolves could breathe fire, the entire forest would be burned.

"Where is that little adolescent!?!?!?!"

"Why?" His father asks.

"That little idiot interrupted my crafting of an open wound salve!"

"Hopper..." As his dad scolded him.

A couple of years after that, at his pack's choosing, he was chosen for the role of... Pupsitter!

"Wait what?" That isn't right, he wondered, but then he saw her. A beautiful yellow wolf, with danger in her eyes, looking as tough as a wolf can be. He felt a weird feeling in his stomach, a feeling of nervousness, and as if he had eaten a bunch of arctic whites. But she was in a different pack, the Mossy Glade pack. He tried his best to impress her, but to no avail, as she looked at his role and promptly ignored him.

Driven by a new motivator, he tried his best to become a hunter, but he failed miserably. Around the same time, his mother and father died to the influenza epidemic raging.

Alas, after another year, he had given up and run away.

During a cold winter, he came across a small pack, still in development. He asked if he could join and was accepted on one condition. He would change his name. He gleefully accepted the new name because of his embarrassment of being assigned to the role of pupsitter before. The pack was called The Chicken Clan. He started out as a hunter but worked his way up through the ranks, to become one of the roles with the highest regard, a scout. 

But then, the yellow wolf came to the pack...

Over time, they started to become friends, then they made a pair bond.