As his mind was messed up Vladimir snarled. He tried to get a hold of Deon's arm, but failed. He was taken back to his worst times and given new horrible memories. To the point where all he was seeing was red. 

As Deon left, Vladimir stood his eyes red with anger. He snarled and in seconds, a large white werewolf stood in his place. He roared, the sound laced with pain and anger...and a touch of confusion. His ears flat against his skull as he stood. It was the calm before the storm. His tail swisher back and forth as he waited for the first to charge him...the first to make him more angry. The first to cause him to begin.

His tongue slid along his maw and he shook his head before snapping his mouth and roaring again. He shifted his weight from one foot to another before he snapped again. His mind was clouded with the memories and they were all he was focused on.