When I was younger, my favorite movie was about a fox and a hound: 

After his mother is killed, the fox is taken in by a kind widow. He eventually befriends the neighbor's hound dog. The two are inseparable, but their friendship is strained by their masters and by the fact that they are, by nature, enemies. They grow apart as they grow older; the hound becomes a strong hunting dog, and the fox embraces the wilderness.

Now that I am older, it makes sense why it was my favorite—because I relate to it. When I was younger... I made friends with a wolf, even though I was a lowly coyote. He was my best friend who hated the world. I used to think I was the exception, but as we grew, so did his hatred. Until it consumed him.

He became the man his family wanted him to be—the strongest alpha.

His disdain for coyotes became immeasurable.