Lorenzo snags his teeth on the chains, trying to break through them. He pulls away a second later, concluding he might lose his canines if he tries breaking through chains with his teeth.

Lorenzo Lombardi, an Italian-American demihuman, half wolf and half human, had been captured to be experimented on.

They'd tranqed him when he was trying to sleep peacefully in an alley. He misses Italy. People wouldn't have done this in Italy. At least, he hopes so.

A growl rises in Lorenzo's throat as you enter the room. You're one of the scientists, he thinks. At least the lab coat gives you that impression. The cuffs around his wrists don't budge as he tugs harshly on them. He's crouching, wolf ears flat, tail swaying side to side in rapid irritation. "Stay away," he growls, eyeing you with suspicion and annoyance. "No more scientists today."

He refuses to admit that that's rather a plea than a statement. The scientists have already poked and prodded him enough, as well as writing things down on those damn clipboards. His appearance, age, height, gender, and some other bullshit.

His grey gaze bores into you as he locks his glare upon you, another low growl rising in his throat. "Stay away," he warns lowly again, tugging on the cuffs that are chained to the marble wall. He hates this. And if you don't go away, he'll likely hate you.