Stavanger Bay Get you all alone

The deranged spider stopped his self-inflicted attack, panting heavily with his eyes wheeling upwards, rolling back into his head. His maw gaped like a beached fish, words again escaping him. The damage has been done.
He'd gnawed partly through his elbow, the limb now with no hope of being right. Blood and puss leaked from the infected half of his leg; the rotting stench rising from the limb.
The creature groaned softly, perhaps a half-hearted growl that wasn't voiced properly because of his screaming.

His eyes rolled back down, their washed colour settling on the pair before him.
One spoke funny, he realised. Slowly, his head lifted. Vision swimming, the wolves before him divided, forming more bodies before settling back into their own forms. Rakk blinked.
Rakk, his name. His head slumped back onto the sand with a soft thud. The only sign of his life was the rise and fall of his chest, his breathing slowing to a more regular rhythm.
"Sorry." He rasped, voice fading to quietness. The waves crashing upon the shore filled his ears. And let himself be submitted to natures decisions.
He'd had enough of feeling.
So he chose not to.