❝ the boy in the bubble ❞

_{❝it was 6:48, i was walking home; stepped through the gate, and i'm all alone ❞}

67M is a bit of a case to behold. His parents and littermates were among the few to fall ill with a disease beyond his comprehension and despite ruthless attempts, he was the only one who pulled through. From a young age, he was raised alongside humans in such a manner as to keep him "wild" or untouched by humanity, and because of this, he remains a force to be reckoned with... when he feels like it.

_{❝i had chicken on the plate but the food was cold ❞}

The timber wolf is neither massive nor puny, perfectly medium-sized. His pelt is greyed and darker at the tips as he had matured, not unlike that of a Siamese cat. and grew lazy in spite of the attempts the humans made to keep it from happening. He does not like working for his food and prefers it cooked to uncooked. 67M will actively seek out those who find him cutest and beg for tidbits. He is a giant dog with a nose that rivals a bloodhound. A naive fool, one who does not understand his abilities, or purpose and treats them humbly with a dash of immaturity.

When he is made to perform tasks, he lays around and waits until barked at to do it - but can do well when he tries. It's the trying part he doesn't prefer.

_{❝then i covered up my face so that no one knows ❞}