Psycho Wolf was laying down, semi-conscious, in the medical bay of the Freedom Fighter's Emerald Coast headquarters. He knows this, as he had seen the sunshine and green hills as he was carried in for treatment. Fading in and out, he was placed into the intensive care as people scurried around, his hearing nothing but a loud buzzing sound, likely due to an explosion.
Wolf wasn't really sure what was going on. He remembered the Hunter units, the trees. Suddenly, sunlight, and then... Nothing. His hand was glowing, floating and caressing the air next to his bed, where he saw his best friend. She leaned heavily against his hand, her warm fur ruffled with worry.to the rest of the world, he seemed to be stroking the air with that glowing hand, and mumbling to himself incoherently.
Hence, Psycho Wolf.