Whitefang

"Wait! Come back! No, stop, don't!" Whitefang ran after the puppies. "That's not what you're supposed to be doing!" Gosh darn it, she thought to herself. Puppies really are hard to train. Hard, but rewarding. Flamefur laughed.
"Now you can see why I hated doing that. They're too grabby and chaotic." The older wolf's fur was turning gray and her eyes were faded.
"Hey, I like it!" Whitefang giggled as one of the pups landed on her head. "Same time tomorrow?"
Flamefur didn't come the next day. Whitefang knew why, but it still hurt her heart.
"Hello?" A tiny pup with a pink pelt was looking at her. "Is our lesson canceled?" Whitefang smiled.
"Of course not."
Those pups grew up. She watched them grow with a happy smile on her face. Then she felt sharp teeth dig into her tail.
Oh no. No no no no no. I don't want to train this one, she thought as she looked into Charisma's eyes.
"Hello, Whitefang. It's time for our lesson." Her bloodred pelt seemed to radiate evil. Whitefang knew that it was probably ridiculous to be scared of the pup, but they didn't call little Charisma the Devil's Apprentice for nothing. She belonged in the Pits of Hell, like the rest of her chaotic family.
However, training pups was her duty, and admittedly she'd make a really good scout some day.
"Yes," she said through gritted teeth. "I suppose it is..."
Charisma grinned.
"Perfect."