Ivailo

The big black wolf thrashed around the crate that he was trapped in. The humans carrying kept their fingers well away from the open slats, to avoid his snarling mouth. It seemed to him that there was no end to the cruel and mysterious ways of humans. Used as a pit 'dog' for the past three and a half yeas, he had no use for people anymore. Now, after his former master had been discovered to be involved in pit fighting, he had been confiscated and brought to the only place that would take him. He didn't know it, but the people here planned on rehabilitating him to be released into the wild. That is, if he proved not to be a threat.

The men placed the crate on the concrete floor of the sterile vet building. Ivailo snarled and crouched in his crate, awaiting his fate. Suddenly, a tube with a sharp needle was thrust through the slats in the crate and since he couldn't turn around, it poked into his neck. Ivailo snarled and tried to bite it, but it had already injected its fluid. He began to feel calm and sleepy. The room around him grew darker and blurry. He drifted off into a drugged sleep.

He came too later, and found himself inside of a kennel. It had concrete floors and metal bars on the front. There was a pad in the back corner that must be a bed, and a bowl of water. He lapped some of the water and began to pace the kennel. He felt stiff, but didn't know it was because while he was asleep he had been examined by the center's vets, and had his shots updated.

Ivailo finally grew bored with pacing and stalked over to the bed. In his frustration and boredom, he promptly shredded the soft foam. Then he fell asleep among the stuffing.