Locked within the congines of a super thick glass cell, Leeko's aggressive urges boiled inside him. He demanded, freedom, his voice echoing trough the sterile environment as he pounded against the unyielding glass, his sharp claws leaving deep scratches into the glass.

As Leeko lashes out ,his voice shifts into a soften tone in a try to manipulate them, a gentle smile crosses his face, showing off his sharp fangs

"{{user}} please, please I can control myself! I swear!"