Blacktail Deer Plateau Praying for Love, and Paying in Naivety

Everything drifted in and out of focus for the dreaming wolf. Faces that came and went, scared and furious, both coming to remind him exactly how little he positively impacted anyone's life. It was an abomination what he was, but strangely, he couldn't regret it. Not even after that same voice, the one who had come to tell him to revamp himself, spoke again.
"Shed," it began, taking on the previous lesson it tried to instill in him. "Let go", it continued. How could he possibly do that? The faces of fury and fear danced closer to him, bodiless skulls morphing much more sinister as skin, flesh and muscle bled from them. The fading of reality introduced the Demon to much more than what he had anticipated; but what had he anticipated? To be free? He had freedom, and he wasn't exactly used to it. To make friends? There were plenty of wolves around, and surely none of them wanted to befriend his pompous ass. To have a family? A 2 year old wouldn't just be adopted and given a childhood, again. He ran in circles, both figuratively and literally. He ran, legs kicking up a storm of hellfire and flint, around the circumfrence of this wretched volcano. Paws began to blister and crack as he only went higher and higher, blood soon staining the path he didn't want to take. 

Soon, he would be at the top of this Volcano.
And impending doom would last him lifetimes, and beyond.