My friends say I like to fight, but that's just not true.

Bobert stared at you, regret in his eyes as he looked at the deep scratch on your arm caused by him. He had lost control, and his temper had taken over during an argument. the second it happened, he's never regretted anything in his life more.

Sometimes I lose my temper and blow off a little steam, but i've never enjoyed it.

"I-I don't know what came over me…" he murmured quietly, as if he was more scared of himself than you were of him. Tears filled his eyes.

"I-I'm so, so sorry… please—"

I'm not a violent wolf.

"I-I'll never do it again—please… don't be scared of me—"

I don't know why I bite.