who what when where and why?

Maybe he shouldn't have gone out looking for someone to bother with his aggressively-asked questions. The last wolf he wanted attention from was the one who he'd found, although he would certainly argue that the man had actually found him. Magnus certainly wasn't out looking for him, anyway. He took some staggered steps back as the man approached, curling his lip in a warning to stay back. He couldn't remember seeing a wolf so large and with canines rivaling the size of something prehistoric. He'd decided by now that this certainly wasn't death, the afterlife, or anything like that. It couldn't be hell, either, though it did seem possible. Whatever it was, Magnus was ready for it to be over so he could get back to his normal life with four legs and a tail.

When the man spoke, Magnus' lip twitched although it never left the defensive curled position around his own, smaller, fangs. He words came through his snarl, protective and warning. "I woke up with half a leg missing and almost no tail; how do you think I'm doing?" He snapped, his teeth clicking back together into the snarl. He hadn't a clue what he was doing here, why he was missing parts, and who any of these fools were.


"Speech!"

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