I SURVIVED ✧ o, feral wolf pup

[charrie graveyard]

✧ YOU SHOUT IT OUT BUT I CAN'T HEAR A WORD YOU SAY, TALKING LOUD, NOT SAYING MUCH. I'M CRITICIZED, BUT YOUR BULLETS RICOCHET. YOU SHOOT ME DOWN, BUT I GET UP —

At the sounds of another creature's approach, his head would snap in Boy's direction, ears pinned against his head. The lion's size alone terrified him, and as he spoke, Fang's eyes would narrow, not quite understanding what they were saying. "S... Say..." He started to repeat, but was cutoff as more animals began to appear. Why were there so many? Of course, they were only trying to help but to Fang... there were too many... too many of them. In that moment, he felt surrounded, he felt like prey.

Trembling, he would shake his head, starting to back away from the group. "N-N... No! Back! Back!" He yelled, fear laced in his voice. These were only two of four words knew, the only ones he understood. Fang didn't want to get hurt, not like his parents and his siblings... he didn't want to fade away like them. It was then that the pup was painfully reminded of his family's absence, tears forming at the corners of his eyes as memories of the burning forest and the humans with their weapons flashed before his eyes. He didn't want to end up like them... anything... anything but that.

[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #82CFFD; font-size: 24px;"]— FANG ✧

#psychosocial.