Ankyra Sound Wake up call

He woke up to a god awful noise. It screeched and he screeched back in his own agony, attempting to bury his ears between his paws and into the dirt. Anything to get rid of the yowling atrocity from reaching his ears. It didn't work, and for quite some while he considered drowning himself in the crystaline waters that bordered on his new home, but figured even then he would probabaly not escape the strangled sound of a hundred flabby seals simutaniously dying of cholera. When his patenice extended his limit, the boy seen no other option than to confront the demon itself, assuming that no natural thing on the entire earth could create such a horrendous noise; but a packmate he was bound to meet. 

“Would you shut it?!” The boy scowled, practically spitting as he stomped up to the creature who dared make a sound as inhumane as that. It didn't take any effort to locate the source; it's bellowing call had radiated from the coast to the mainland surpisingly clear. Who did they think they were? In that moment, he hardly cared who they were, nor of their rank but that it seemed to insist on bursting everyones ear drums within the two mile radius. Despite as early as it was, it was not the sleep deprivation that had him on edge but the fact he found no comfort sleeping alone, as no matter where he slept, he had always been surrounded by others. The adjustment to a lone lifestyle was one he found hard to adapt to, especially since having to be on the move for the past few weeks. Yet, if it was one thing that would surely put him to sleep in the form of passing out, it was the sound of nails on a chalkboard that to him; came in the form of a particular person singing.