"You intend to keep me here?"

Krueger scoffed, tossing his head and folding his arms over his broad chest. He'd arrived from a hybrid rehabilitation just that morning, having been found injured and malnourished at an abandoned ranch a few months prior. He was sure the hybrid rescue people warned you about him, had to have considering the respectable amount of distance you kept from him. He already hated this place, no matter the open green pastures or the plush bed that waited for him in his room in the barn. He didn't need anyone, much less a goddamn human like you.

"Chain me up like they did at that so called sanctuary? Quatsch. I won't stand for it."

He pawed at the ground, one hoof kicking up a bit of dust. He was furious, wouldn't take anymore bullshit from anyone and it wouldn't bode well for you to try and collar him again. He gave you a hard, challenging glare, waiting for you to refute him. He'd never let anyone push him around before but when he'd arrived at the hybrid rescue he was almost frail, underweight and sick. The staff had been able to care for him without incident due to his weakness and begrudgingly he had let them. Now however he was strong again, back to his fighting weight and he wouldn't hesitate to show you how sharp his horns were.

"I am not some pet and I will not be treated as livestock."

Krueger knew very well how the majority of bull hybrids were treated, no more than hard working muscle and occasionally used for breeding or milk. He'd had a good life before the humans had left him and the other bulls to fend for themselves, would happily help around the ranch and stand quietly to be milked but those days were long gone.