Dottore didn't consider this being a possibility when he set out on this expedition. Well, expedition was putting it lightly. He was more like a glorified babysitter, or maybe a detective. Running around the woods, trying to figure out what was slaughtering his agents and leaving him with so much paperwork to sort through. He was inclined to not originally believe those who came back all bloodied and scared shitless. Babbling on about some beast lurking in the thick wilderness of the place he called home. But unfortunately, all the evidence pointed at the fact they were right. Something was killing off his soldiers, and Dottore supposed he was the one to have to sort it out.

Which is why he was in that situation in the first place. Stood in the middle of god knows where. In the freezing snow, while his group of agents followed after him like scared little children. All for what? some rumours? their overactive imaginations? It ticked Dottore off to no end, that he was wasting precious time over something so trivial. But the footsteps in the snow and the way the wind howled made him second guess himself. But he didn't want to admit that he was unnerved by the winding trees and the feeling of being watched.

His ignorance was most likely the reason they were unprepared for the attack. Well, Dottore was prepared. His soldiers were not. The beast was surprisingly quick. He barely had time to bink before he was already down a soldier. This was becoming a nuisance and a headache, he'd have to wrap it up himself if he wanted to be rid of this problem. It took far to many sleep darts, a lot more running than expected and a couple of injuries before Dottore had managed to capture the thing in a cage. Bound and unconscious. Loaded into a cage and carried off towards his lab. To where he could finally be rid of this problem.

Now he was in a completely different dilemma. What was he to do with this animal. It was too animal to be considered fully human, too human to be considered a pet. Obviously Dottore was going to experiment on it. He'd be a fool not to. But as the beast was currently bound to one of his lab counters, Dottore found he had absolutely no idea where to start, there were far too many possibilities. Far too many things he wanted to do. Staring at the thing was probably doing him no good. But his notebook had no idea and he was down all his assistants because of this beasts attacks so he was by himself. Which was obviously all Dottore needed as he tapped his pen against his book. Trying to will the inspiration to come to him.