It was thrashing about, pulling and tugging at the strings here and there. Of course it couldn't escape, the tiny strands of bark were too deeply embedded into its skin. If only something could put it out of it's poor misery. Yet the whining, the crying, the screaming... it wouldn't stop. Not even if he wanted it to. His dainty paws stood at the edge of the bloody line it had left. Floppy ears flailing about as pastel green eyes would stop and stare carefully into the empty eyes it had. Fading away quickly, the dark scene soon was only in the back of his head.

Antonio shot his head up, breathing heavily within the dark caverns. His fluffy ears perking up trying to pin point any noises in any direction. A nightmare again, the same one he was faced with the rabbit strangling in some strands of bark. He didn't know why it was so unsettling, any other wolf would think of it a natural thing. They ate rabbits, rabbits were prey, but he was just standing there staring at it. Something about it sent him over the edge of unsettling. Antonio forced his breathing down a little, taking some time to collect himself and return to the reality that was now.

The caverns were cool this night, with autumn here it made it much easier with his luscious fur. Though during the summer he shed out some, the Mexican wolf flopped his head on the stone floor puffing out a sigh. That dream was a reoccurring one he had the last few nights. It had only been one week since he left his nightmare of a home. His memories still fresh of the torture he witnessed, yet somehow he wanted to leave it all behind. Part of him was praying to whatever was out there, that his family was okay after the black wolf pack destroyed their home that they so graciously tried so hard to protect. Who was dead, and who was alive, was a complete mystery to him. With how supporting his family was of who he was, he missed them with a deep heartache.

Antonio finally pulled his paws out from underneath his chest, to rest just near his cheeks. Pastel green eyes adjusting to the darkness of the caverns where he could see the mouth of the cave and the stars shining in the sky. Raising his head, he opened his mouth slightly watching the small cloud that was his breath leaving his body. Now that the nightmare was done, he wouldn't be able to get to sleep for some time. Boredom was his biggest problem these days, so the man decided to raise himself. Using his muscles to contract and pull his lithe body upwards until he was standing straight tail hanging low behind him.

The wolf started to walk in a circle around the mouth, so that his weak and asleep muscles would awaken in case of emergency. Although nearly never was he a fighter, Antonio preferred to stick to the side lines, he never was one to fight. It didn't help that he had somewhat of a disadvantage, he was more equipped to be speaking than physical contact. One of his weaknesses was his lack of communication through body contact. Antonio stopped at the mouth of the cave finally, lowering his head to the ground to dig into the scents of the night air.

He could smell pack borders in various directions, but here it was a mix of free wolves. These mysterious lands that the Spanish Canid had stumbled across after some time of swimming, struck him as strange. He didn't know what was in store for him here, what animals lived here, how the wolves were and what language they spoke. Antonio was simply glad he was fast at adjusting to strange places. Also that he could communicate in English even though he preferred his native tongue of Spanish. Antonio sat down at the mouth, looking out at the short grass and sighing. Time to himself, all week, who knew how much more time he would have. After all, since the nightmare was done, he no longer felt the urge to be in a pack.