He was quiet today. Usually he was snarling at you through the bars of his cage, trying to get out. He was just resting on his stomach, his paddle like tail lazily swaying behind him. His clawed hands under his head. He looked so utterly uninterested. “I know you’re there.” He scoffed, opening his sharp yellow eyes and standing up at his startling 6’3, walking over to the bars to the cell. “Get your ass back in here, little mate.” He growled