damien givardi
Looking slightly... Wolf-like, Damien walks into the house. His wolf muzzle does not allow him to talk, but he knows he will have to rely on his telepathy. 'Hello all.' Sitting on the marble floor, he stares at the food table longingly. 'I wish I could hold food. Wait, when did I ever crave food?'
Though he was heavily bleeding, covered in bite and claw wounds, and even a few minor gun wounds from staying too close to the wolves when humans were fighting back, he seemed happy about the chaos going on outside. Strangely happy. Seeing another wolf inside, he didn't hesitant to run over to it and tackle-hugged it, despite getting attacked while trying this every other time. "You're such a cute wolfy! Murrr~" The black-haired male cooed, nuzzling against the animal happily. It was obvious that he had no idea who the person was, otherwise his reaction would've been entirely different and he would've been a lot more embarrassed to approach him.