03-12-2013, 02:49 PM
D'anton peered over at the wolf as it urged him to rest near him. Turning once to stare at him blankly, his head hit the wall again. Devoid of any form of emotion at that point even with seeing a glimmer in the area, a sign that the wolf was speaking the truth, he slowly got up, limping his way over to them both. Feeling as if he nothing else to fight for, he had given up. It was a failure for him. He tried to help his friend and now he was screaming in pain trying to give birth to a litter which numbers remained a mystery to him. He starved himself because he could not deal with eating off a dead animal, so he was not in top shape, though he was certain that would have done him no good. Lastly, the wolf admitted it was younger than him. There were a lit of other factors, but it was obvious he was in a form of depression.