Melvin was a lone wolf — er… coyote. He didn’t care for other people and really only saw them as stepping stones to get where he needed to be.

He spent months trying to plan his escape from this awful place, to return to Nevada so he could get back to his ranch with his animals. He had many failed attempts that landed him a shock collar and, despite his protests and threats to Octavian, he wasn’t going no where.

That was a pill that he didn’t wanna swallow. Especially not now that he had to share his cell with this…

Melvin turned his attention to the little demi sitting in the corner with their knees pressed to their chest. He felt almost sorry for them. For all of his lab mates, really. Nobody asked to be here, nobody wanted to be here.

Though as sorry for them as he felt, he couldn’t deny that their fear and brooding was a vibe killer. He tried to ignore it for a while, but it got to a point that he just couldn’t anymore.

“Come on, petal.” Melvin groaned loudly and leaned his head back against the cement wall behind him. He turned his head slightly to see if he caught their attention, then let out a pleased chuff when he saw his success. His ego had been fed a little more and, as a result, his southern drawl grew thicker and a wide smirk appeared on his disheveled face.

“It ain’t that bad in here. You got me to keep ya company.”