Wolf RPG - Mad hatter or March Hare?

Perhaps @Morgan?

He was spiralling toward insanity, toward madness. Normally he had a tinge of madness, a controlled insaniy but this was bordering on screaming, blubbering madness. He had left Phex with Cry and Gwen and ran off, he couldn't stand by her while she sobbed for his failure. He knew she had to grow up some day but he hadn't wanted it to be like this.

Yet...she had broken his trust. He had told her not to go wandering off alone and she had laughed it off. Then as soon as his back was turned she was gone. He had trusted her still, expecting her back quickly and by the time he realised she had ditched it had been too late. He knew she wasn't at fault for what happened but if she had only listened!

If he had only checked sooner.....A shout of anger left his maw as he shook his head, pausing to slam his forehead against a tree.

Morgan had heard tha squackly whine howl of somebody at the borders, ears waking up before he even got to open a eyelid. It wasn’t far behind though, as he pulled half of his body up, trying to unravel from @Velvet ‘s snakey grasp. She had gotten cold that night, and was hoping to use him as heated body pillow-
hed always let her use him.

Regardless, once free, he quietly made his way in the direction of the borders, but before he could make it, a rustle and a thud had snatched his attention even more, coming from the direction of the squacky squall and away from it. Thinking it to be an intruder, he pursued. But nope, he found it only to be Laroche.

”woah, what’s goin on?” Concern and worry threw up in his words, golds skimming over the grey scale to make sure he wasn’t hurt.

A low growl followed his head banging though it cut short when Morgan arrived. He first realised the man was there by scent, then by the concerned question asked. He slowly turned and faced the cowboy, the man he considered a friend. "You haven't spoken to cry then. It's Phex. Some Melonii man beat her up when she disobeyed me and ran off" he looked off toward the borders, fur bristling "I took too long to go after her" he admitted. "She needed to learn but not like this" he whispered that part, sounding pained.

"What in hell's name-" he began, before Laroche's whisper shut up his usual abraisive responses with something so close to empathy that it made him dizzy. Felt like tha world was whirlin the wrong way, and fast. This shit wasn't spose' ta happen to them. They were kind folk, good folk, and it wasn't right. Speshulleh not ta Phex, no matter how damn annoying she was. She was a good gurl.

"We huntin' this shit dick down, or what? Cry came up wit' a verdict or he still sortin' stuff out?" Morgan neared the grayscale male, hoping with something close to fury that Cry panned to make this right, somehow. "Wait- Melonii?!" His thoughts had finally caught up to him and smacked him right in the ass. "We sposed' ta be allied wit them, ain't we? What they forgot er' sumthin?" His irritation pulled flamin' mad clydesdales through the words, heavy and thick in his slangin' southern twang.

Laroche stared blankly over Morgan's head unable to face the man or really anyone at this moment. He listened to his friend rage while his brain formulated all the different ways he would make the offender suffer while respecting Phex's plea to have mercy upon him. It was the moment that Morgan repeated the name of their group that it clicked in his mind. It seemed so long ago when he was trying to find a place to go, he had met Grezig and they had been chased out of their hopeful territory by a band of eerily cold wolves who had laid previous claim to it. He had ended up stumbling across their thug, a giant brute who he had beaten senseless and left unconscious though he had done the proper thing and made sure the fool didn't bleed out. "They have no control over their members and what they do. I've had problems with them before" he growled as it dawned on him, eyes growing bright with a ferocious light. "Cry wants us to meet up with him. To discuss this issue, he is going to talk to them" he said. He realised there was something else Morgan needed to know "Phex is pregnant. She will be staying here, safe with Gwen, Minori and Takara" he sounded pained at this admittance. She was pregnant and he had let her slip away only to be beaten up.

so I'm gonna edit the rape part out and just put she was beaten

Oh naw. You didn’t just cuff a woman who was with child- that was a number one sin of the most bad of bass where he had come from. Something like that meant war was due- they had ta be lookin for trouble.

“Jeezus fren, what on earth make a man do somethin that vile- and what was she doin out tha den in tha first place?! I wish Vetty would hobble her ass out tha den, I’d blow a gasket.” It was true- he kept her where she seemingly wanted to be- home and free of worries and trouble. He tended that woman on paws and hinds should she want it, and he skedaddled long as she needed- but she stayed her plump ass in that den though. Well, unless’n she wanted some fresh air or to convene with the women folks, she she had her a moment to it. But damn anything and anyone else.

“well saddle up, partner- Cry gone have us ridin out soon, cuz this is a danger we caint ignore.” With that, he was quick to take off, a mountain of landslide throwing itself through the trees to seek out the dark Leader of em all.

This had to get settled, and fast.

He didn't bother mentioning that they had taken a trip together to celebrate they're mateship, he didn't bother mentioning that it was too soon to be really sure if his little ray of sunshine was carrying his children. Instead he just gave a Curt nod to the cowboy and headed in the opposite direction, heading for Phex. Yes, he would assist in taking care of this issue that was the Melonii's but first came making sure Phex was alright. That's what mattered most to him, especially now that he had failed to ensure her safety and well-being once. He wanted to make sure he never made the same mistake, he wanted to feel worthy of being loved by someone so pure again instead of feeling like he had dragged his tainted life into hers and messed her world up.