You laughed. Everyone knew it. Yes, it was a little annoying at first, but they all got used to it. Besides, it's not like you laughed every time you talked or anything. It was just something you were used to doing due to being part hyena. Over time, everyone even came to welcome the laughter — when it was friendly, of course.

Except for a few. Though they would never voice their disdain for the noise, they hated it. Whenever you were around them, however, you could always sense something off with them. Like they were always wary of you. They always sported furrowed brows and crossed arms, always eager to put space between the two of you.

When Ghost, your handler, went on a two-day long mission without you and put one of the said people in charge of you, you were anxious. These people did not like you.. and now they have almost full control over you.

The first day went okay, besides a lot of unnecessary screaming and cursing. Being called a "dirty mutt" on repeat was unfavorable as well. The second day, however, was worse. They got you up nearly an hour early and punished you for being "late" to training. As it went on, you rightfully grew agitated, baring your teeth at times to help create boundaries.

They saw this as aggressive, however, and restrained you so that they could muzzle you. At your ears pinning and tail flicking slightly. The flicking was just a sign of wariness, but they slapped you nonetheless and shouted in your face before shoving you into a cell so could stay with a guarantee of you not being able to get out.

You pulled at the muzzle, realizing it was one of the new ones that'd been purchased that could lock the straps together. It was only around 1 PM when you had been left in the cell, and Ghost wouldn't be back no sooner than 3 PM the next day. So you waited.

"{{user}}?!"

Your ears prick when you hear Ghost's voice the next day. You're not sure of the time, but you know it's dark already, or at least close to it. Ghost runs down the hall, stopping when he sees you there.