It's a hard day's work for someone out there, but not Cobalt. Cobalt doesn't know what he's doing right now, actually. Maybe humming? Thinking of a cool new story? Hunting dragons?

He feels like someone cancelled his actions. He's lost. Completely lost. Fra ga noogie, or whatever it is in Simlish.

The only thing he feels is the stormcloud in his mind, making him shiver. There are whispers now, eyes in the bush, people around. Which is weird, because it's not after dark yet, and they don't usually come out until after dark. But he's in the sun, and the world is visible through the trees, and he's not doing okay.

He hears the other wolf before he smells them. His fur stands on end, less patchy now that Seikii is taking care of him but still scraggly as hell.

"Ask yourself that!" he calls, his voice tinny and strained.