Black Dog
"My gold!" He yelled as he pulled the gold towards him. He had become so obsessed with the gold that he never realized the pouch he had tied to his waste wasn't the same pouch that held the stones. Sitting in the weight room for hours counting and logging his gold, Black Dog became mean and unpredictable. He put the men to work in shifts so the gold could be mined twenty-four hours a day. He didn't care if they were worn out and sick. He made them work until they would drop out of exhaustion. Even his warriors were getting tired of his mean nasty ways. Some of them gathered up their families and headed out. Those who were caught leaving with stood a harsh punishment. Those who fought back their punishment was death, and their mate and pups were banned from the pack. Some
