Cordillera and Coulee: The Fight Over Territory [huge W.I.P.

There I stood, rain beating down on my chocolate pelt, the slick mud that covered my body making the color look even darker. My yellow eyes pierced the back of black wolf in front of me. I didn't know his name, I didn't even know if he was from my pack. The alpha had decided he would try to recruit rogues from neighboring territories. I admit, it wasn't a half bad idea, but I had never trusted the rogues. They could be Coulee spies for all we know.
I looked up at the pitch black sky, ominous clouds covering the stars and moon, before looking down at my paws. The rain had made the dirt on the plain turn to mud, and while it was better than walking on dirt, my pads were raw from the walking. We were exhausted, having to always run from Coulee spies. Our surprise attack plan could not be compromised, and so we ha d to keep moving forward. I heard a bit of growling to my side, and looked over. Two brutes were fighting over something, probably food. A rogue and a Cordillera member I recognized, Cullen. It escalated quickly. The rogue had Cullen pinned down in the mud, both of the, bleeding. My pack was quite to put the rogue in his place, leaving him half dead. He would pick himself up soon enough if he really wanted the promise of territory my alpha had made for all volunteer rogues.
Most of the army pack were rogues because joining was voluntary. My alpha had promised the rogues land if they helped, and promised pack members honor if they made it out alive. Honor was not worth risking your life for, I guess, to most of my pack. They stayed behind, hiding in the commons, protecting their families. I, on the other hand, had no one to look after. No family, no lover. No one cared if I died. And so I joined, maybe I would get recognized if I made it out alive. A war hero.