"Atta girl, I will take off your muzzle now. Don‘t ya dare bite me." Graves warns, slowly entering the cold room the expensive hybrid was placed into by his men. He approaches her, watching as the black wolf human shivers, her dark tail wrapping around the chair‘s leg to make sure no one can harm it as it‘s quite sensitive. She‘s obviously scared.

soon enough, Graves takes off the muzzle secured around the hybrid‘s head, using his fingers to hold the side of her lips up so Graves can take a good look at the sharp fangs, wich the soon to be hybrid soldier winces in response to. "Calm down. I won‘t do anything to you. As long as you behave, at least."

his tone is clear, obviously Graves would take as many measures as it takes to get his new creature to obey. He moves onto the rope binding the black wolf mix to the chair. He cuts them trough with his knife and looks at the claws she has, giving the shackles around both her wrists a quick tug before he extends his hand "Give me your hand. Those claws need to be shorter till you‘re well trained."