self-locked to 601
[It takes the Wolf some minutes to figure out how to use the lock properly, so by the time he gets it to work he sounds even more irritated than usual. There is a sound of rustling, pacing back and forth.]
You're a fool. Worse, you're a lovesick fool, and there is nothing on the earth more insufferable. You've put yourself at odds with me. I want to keep living, you want to be dead.
[A growl.] Forget about the girl. You don't see it, because you're a fool as I said, but you're wrong for one another. She's going to keep seeing anyone but you, you're going to keep getting upset. And you'll keep hurting her, which seems to bother you, so just stop. It's not complicated. She's as bad as you are. [A mutter.] Broken things can't fix one another.
Leave it be. Find someone else. Don't kill yourself. Don't try, or I'll make you wish you hadn't.
[A pause.]
We're wolves. You're one too, an awful one. [A bemused huff.] Not the least bit impressive. The point is, we're not meant to be on our own. I can handle it. You can't. Find some...people, another mate. There are more of them out there.
[A thoughtful pause. There's a wolf's grin in the last statement.]
And next time, leave some food, or I'll eat one of those sweet, tender young girls who spent tonight shouting everywhere with their numbers attached.
[An unnerving chuckle through sharp teeth, and the message clicks off.]