He was pretty much gone from his normal state of mine. His body slammed against the walls; rocks, roots and dirt jabbing at him at every turn but he didn’t care the physical pain still wasn’t hiding it, there needed to be more. Magnus had whited out from the world that was causing him so much pain and frustration. He snarled at each bump into the wall dirt fluttered down from the ceiling coating him slightly. His body heaved with each breath his rust and black hackles all raised up along his spine and his teeth bared as he still just faced the dead body of his imprint.

The voice caused him to stiffen further, but he made no move to turn around and face the female who faintly somewhere he recognized. He swayed lightly, covered in dirt and grime from the dirt that now covered him from his beatings and turning to face Viora, body still ridged as if he was expecting a fight. A growl was the answer, threatening and deep, obviously not quite normal behavior towards the only other wolf he really bothered to stick around. Still he didn’t know it was her, not in the normal since at least.

”Hurts.” He grunted his voice pretty much a growl. He wanted it to go away still make it go somewhere else, take it out on something else. He took a step towards the female another growl coming from his throat. He paused for a moment his mostly white gaze meeting her bright blue ones before suddenly launching himself at her. ”Make it stop!” He snarled attempting to tackle her from the den’s entrance and push her outside and further away from dead body of his imprint. His body smashed and scraped the narrow entrance on his way out jaws snapping and clicking wildly though not yet really trying to grab onto any flesh of the female whom he wanted to hurt him. His movements were unsteady almost jerky in movement. Nothing smooth or normal acting about them yet he pressed toward her anyway daring the more battle ready wolfess to beat him.