manic panic

a stillness in woe.

It had been a constant juggle in securing the area around them from other wolves and monsters, which Manic barely did to the best of his ability. The young pup only spotted curious young wolves moving alone but with a strength and power that Manic hadn’t the imagination to even maneuver through the world as though they were invincible. He had always known where he was on the totem pole, using the morning and evening haze to move with stealth and quickness to keep himself from the eyes of an alpha that may want to turn them back into owned property.

Manic focused on finding himself some berries for him and Monstera, the large wolf took a lot to feed his belly and he knew the emaciated wolf had to always been hungry if that’s how Manic felt too. After finding a mouthful of perries, Manic heard a piercing noise that he’d been used to. A staccato huffing, high-pitched as Manic quickly gazed around the bushes that he found and made his way back to the makeshift den that the two of them had spent their time in.

Manic spotted his friend and moved his maw low to the ground to drop out the berries he collected within his mouth. “ Monster. ” His voice had always been rough and gritty, but he used his nose to prod at the other wolves body to have him to eat. “ Need. you. eat. now. Manic, here. ”

as a pup, MANIC is currently low-verbal, feral, and has a deep fear/mistrust of female wolves.