Cricket Creek Bog but he talks like a gentleman

no, reif had most certainly not lived a violent-free puphood, but the thing that had brought such destruction into his home; torn a parent apart before his very eyes had been a monster. reif had never been subjected to any sort of cruelty coming from another wolf, he remained unaware to the fact that he had essentially grown up within a sheltered group of hippies. this harsh toned youngster was a whole different specimen to the soft toned youth bred in elysium, he was absolutely perplexed by the strange energy rolling from this boy and drowning reif in unease and a growing fear. the upturn of his mouth, it was used to express happiness, something that he had always associated with good. the smile of this boy was sharp...dangerously so and reif could not help but cringe away from it, grappling desperately for a logical explanation all the while but facing a never ending cycle of coming back empty handed.

then....THEN, those scorching eyes moved their heat from him and before he could even begin to feel any trickle of relief it's replaced by an increasing dread at the realisation that he has chosen to focus on stick. his whole form stiffens as he covers it as best as he can with his skinny body, becoming statue-esque as sage eyes are the only things left to dart haphazardly about; not even sure what exactly it was he sought. but as the boy continues to talk and taunt, each word hit reif harder than the last and no matter how hard he pressed ears against his head it couldn't block them out. 

his tail begins to twitch in agitation, heat trickling into his form as he breathes quickly; stop stop STOP. but he doesn't, he doesn't! he's like the bear, he's bad, bad, bad! he wants to run his paws over stick's familiar grooves, they itch but he cannot risk moving from his position lest the boy try and do something to it and so he has to opt to pushing them as deep into the earth as he can but then it's damp and they're damp and he doesn't want them damp but he can't move and-
and-

eyes widen at the last string of daggers to be released from this wolf's mouth, accompanied by another threat now as a paw reaches for his beloved companion and reif..he doesn't cry, he doesn't yell...he screeches. "STOPPPPPP STOPPPPP STOP STOP STOPPPPPPP!" his voice tears free with a shocking force, reaching an intensity that does not match the state of its host in the slightest. even the crickets fall silent as the world becomes victim to the screech to fall from his jaws like a waterfall, neverending and uncontrollable.