I don't believe in fate, but the bottom line, It's time to pay
You know you've got it coming.
The male often times would not stay in his Secui form for too long. He liked to be either his lightest form, or his heaviest. His Optime was good for the thumbs, since the male had been becoming more human-like than wolf. What had made him turn into the feral and huge secui form was beyond him. The massive beast probably took to this form so he did not have those thumbs, but he still wanted to be big, intimidating (for once in his life). Him being muzzled made fighting ten times harder since he could not use his mouth to bite now, instead he was barely able to talk. He could talk, but not as energetically as before, where his maw would be gaped open and his mouth moving 100 miles an hour. His voice and tone had calmed down over the last few days of him with the muzzle on. He was hungry to sat the least, but he had plenty of water from when he decided to submerge his maw into the water to drink.
Right torn audit had long healed and had been working fully again. It sat high on his head as he slowly walked through the waste. His tail had been curled along his back, something he remembered his father doing often to place authority on his figure. Daisuke had no authority, but nobody had authority over him either. He was a lone wolf, he would always be a lone wolf because he could never function in a pack ever again. He grew up in a loving pack, and they didn't do anything that made him disturbed, or ridicule packs, it was just that...Daisuke was not the best person to be in a pack. He could be a team player, and he was social, yes, but he just...Wasn't grown up enough for it. He didn't like to think about the future and what was going to happen. He liked to live today for today and not worry about tomorrow until tomorrow came. That, and he had learned to like living alone with his feline companion without the constant border patrol, or the needing to do of chores that the pack expected from you. He would rather fend for himself than have to fend for a group and help a group to do what they needed to do to get through the day. You could say he was turning into a hermit.
The beast had not gone into Inferni in a while now. Not since the moment he had helped his friend home from recovery at his own den. He noticed that the borders were pushed more to the east. He was confused about this as he approached the shore of the rocky bank and he looked across the small river to the other side, where there were the infernian borders, the skulls upon the pikes. Daisuke cocked his head to the borders, and gave a small whine through the muzzle's leather. The Secui-wolf had submerged his front legs into the water, as if he was going to cross the river, his blue eyes looking to the other side. The male let out a few barks, as if he wanted someone to see him cross over the river and into the new lands of Inferni.