He didn't show his wolf body parts, controlling his body so that it wouldn't reflexively release its tail and ears. He wouldn't amuse the public, he wasn't a damn little pet on a leash. He was a proud and free wolf, albeit humiliatingly caught and put up for sale on the black market.

The human world is so... strange and incomprehensible. So many mysterious and undefined things and words for him. A vile race that doesn't let werewolves and other magical creatures live in peace! They can never have enough of anything! He desperately jerked at his chains, immediately receiving a whip on his back as punishment.

He twisted his jaw, trying to relieve the pressure of the muzzle on his face, but as usual, it was all in vain. How tired he was. How he wanted to run in the forest again, dive into icy mountain water, try-…

"Come in, ma’am. I just happen to have one werewolf for you! You know, it’s as if he was waiting for you, what a coincidence!"