ocean man, take me by the hand

Doom wasn't sure what this other wolf could have to do with the strange voices he was hearing, but it seemed like the only explanation at this point. He certainly wasn't insane, but this new world seemed to be. First, and still, the fireflies. The unending night. The glowing... everything. Now, voices? This was almost too much. Doom was ready to go back home, he thought. Or at least somewhere else. Anywhere else had to be better than this!

The other wolf answered his question, responding with equal uncertainty. "Voices." He emphasized the plural form of his question, scowling as he approached assuming that his earlier concerns were in fact false. This man was not the one controlling the voices, at least he was lead to assume that. Doom wouldn't let his guard down though, just in case. "Do you think it has something to do with the fireflies and... shit?" He asked, gesturing vaguely to everything around him as he spoke.