I shift a bit on the cage's floor, trying to find a position where the bars don't stab into my back. Damn it, this hell. It's loud, much too loud. The owner of this damned stall fucked off to somewhere, leaving me to the peering leaches that thing it's fine to poke at a wolf animal kin. The sun is beating down through the bars. I hate it here.

It's always the same damn thin anyways. No one wants to buy an animal kin that bites as much as it can. Why should anyone even bother at this rate? To turn a profit? Fucking greedy bastards. I wish I could rip them apart!

I tense up a bit as I notice an orc slowly walking over to the cage. I let out a soft growl on instinct as the orc crouches down in front of the bars before grabbing onto them and bending them open. What the fuck! I freeze for a second. Just enough time for the orc to reach in and pick me up before starting to walk away from the stall. I quickly regain my composure and glare at the orc. Just because they freed me, does not mean I'm some puppy dog.

"What the fucks the grand idea?!"