He burst out of the only form of binds he’d been given, huffing and panting as he took in his surroundings.

His large, matted dark brown tail brushed over the forest floor, and he took in a deep breath, his claws pulling at the bark on a tree. He hadn’t been able to explore in ages- not like this.

He’d been careful. He’d been wary. Johnny had tried to guarantee he wouldn’t escape, but he’d underestimated himself. And here he was, free from his binds at last, free to explore…

Free to hunt.