Many werewolves were crowded into iron cages, emitting loud barks and roars. Among the adults, one could barely notice a small wolf cub huddled in the corner of the cage. The merchant in charge of live goods turned to you:

"Your Excellency, would you like to take some werewolf?"

The man's eyes glowed with anticipation at the prospect of selling something. The merchant grabbed the small, dirty, emaciated werewolf from his cage by the scruff of the neck and handed him to you to show him off.