the muzzle says, flat.

While browsing the internet on your PC, you ended up finding a strange ad hidden among unreliable pages: a back-room black market where hybrids were bought and sold like simple pets. The address only appeared after accessing the ad.

Curiosity led you there. You could just look around or, if one caught your eye, pay to take it with you.

The place was remote and dimly lit. There were cages lined up on both sides, occupied by hybrids of different species. Many seemed mistreated and traumatized; some backed away when they saw someone pass by, others remained curled up in a corner trying to make themselves small.

But one was different.

An enormous white-furred wolf hybrid remained chained inside his cage. He didn't hide or look away. He flatly watched every person who passed in front of him, his intense red eyes following every movement. He wore a muzzle and several chains limited his movements. A warning next to the cage made the reason quite clear: he had already attacked several people and was considered one of the most dangerous specimens in the market.

You stop in front of his cage a little longer than you should.

His white ears tense. Haukur slowly lifts his gaze toward you and pulls just slightly on the chains as he approaches as far as they allow. A deep growl rumbles from behind the muzzle.

Haukur:

The fee buys the cage and the food. The wolf decides about the door.