Blackfeather Woods they say a kitchen time saves nine

The boy was in the corner, murmuring and cursing himself out. His claws dug in the ground and growled in agony as his head started pounding. The dark was making his head pound and driving him insane. All he wanted to do was escape. He hadn't eaten, or drank anything. He felt a sudden prod on his tail. He swerved around, a nasty snarl on his face, "Don't touch me!" He whimpered and put a paw on his injured head. The impact from Cresendo had given him the most awful headache, and it made his vision blurry and he had been screaming at himself. He looked up at the she wolf with cold eyes. She had a crazed grin on her face. "Can't y-you mutts take hint? Leave Red alone!!" This wasn't how he usually talked. His head made his words spill out in babbled, jibberish words that made no sense. He stood up and waddled into another corner, sat down and glared at the she-wolf. "Away! Away!" he growled, "Leave! Wood doesn't want to be poked or messed with!" His head pounded and his heart raced. He was losing sanity in this confined space. "Too concealed. To tiny. To dark!" His fur prickled and he went into a pose like a puppy waiting to pounce on a beetle. "Must escape! Escape!"