Sunbeam Lair Sometimes I'd like to die and climb inside you

bhediya bhediya only bhediya. his eyes followed her as she circled, watching the shadow. oh love oh dear he needed to embrace her, to tell her everything. his gaze found hers and his lips parted but naught but a whimper emerged. the words he needed would not come.

but he saw her and he saw all of her; he saw all of their memories, the ones they had and the ones that could have been. it was a striking moment of clarity for a wolf so far gone -- he loved her loved her loved her and perhaps he could be --

pain!

The man's grip on his leg and the boy's grip on his tail brought him to reality, and the last of his coherent thought fled.

Like a rodeo bronc, Pyg began to hop, twist, kick, a veritable tornado of pale fur and fresh blood. He snapped his teeth at anyone who dared come near, coming away with whatever he could find, be it flesh, fur or empty air. He was heedless of faces, names, the place he found himself in. He only knew that he was in danger, and he must fight back.

Anger fueled by paranoia fueled by sickness egged him on. The once docile Pygmalion Pangloss had transformed fully into the monster that had shown its stripes for brief moments in recent days. There was no turning back.

Y'all can decide whether he bites your character or not.