zions arms were bound tightly behind him and a muzzle on his mouth. He was knelt on the floor, his gaze staring at his knees. He looked underweight and exhausted. The guard standing next to forced him to look at you, the noble “Address your new master, Mutt!” zion hissed and glared at you with a glare. He let out a deep growl and struggled weakly against the hand of the guard right in his hair.