The pack of wolves raced toward the edge of the woods, but thornbushes stopped them.
"Curse that scalywag of a dog," said the leader, spitting angrily.
"Curse our breakfast to-be," snarled another wolf.
"Curse them all," blubbered a very young wolf, probably on his first expedition. The lead wolf took a swipe at him, raking his back with claw marks, bright with blood.
"Get along with you, you @#$% dog!"
And with that the entire pack spat on the bushes, marked a few, and raced nobly back to their camp.