ocean man, take me by the hand

The voices were driving him insane. He could barely hear them and no matter where he went, they seemed to fade between somewhat audible and barely audible, with seemingly no pattern. Unable to figure out where they were coming from or where they wanted him to go, he struggled his way down a sandy path surrounded by water. Fireflies fluttered around, avoiding him knowing well that they'll be snapped at for getting too close.

Despite the voices fading in and out of his head, he noticed another standing off in the distance pretty quickly. Almost immediately, the voices hushed and went silent, offering Doom the first moment of relief in hours, it seemed. Wondering if this wolf had anything to do with the strange voices he was hearing, he approached quickly but stopped to give a few yards between them for safety. "What's going on?" He demanded, lavender eyes narrowed at the strange wolf.