every waking minute I'm tormented by my fucked up brain

Malachai was not exactly having a good day. Panic had just managed to get under his skin today, he was feeling stiff and to top it all off he'd just lost a rabbit. Malachai wanted nothing more than to curl up and sleep off his bad day, if he was lucky maybe he'd even get to have a nice quiet night with Grimshaw. That thought buoyed his mood for a moment when he caught the other boy's scent.

Malachai pushed himself roughly into the den and headed immediately towards the furs they used as a bed and curled himself around Grim, burying his face into the other wolf's shoulders with a tired grunt. "I just want to sleep." He said gruffly, slinging a forelimb over Grim's side and squeezing him tighter to his chest.

"Malachai Cain Klein"