I woke up several hours later my chest tightly badged. I was in a recovery cage, i hated being in a cage but it was for the safety of the humans more than myself. We were's were famously ill tempered at the best of times, add in recovering from sedative and you get one very ill tempered animal. I looked around starting to hyper ventilate... o god where was Jo... where was Jo... what if I wasn't in her clinic anymore but a were-prison... I had broken our laws by entering pack territory unclaimed...<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline">S**t!!</span></span></span>I barked out and started to try to get up. My back right ankle was in a cast so that weren't happening my sixth sense registered i was endangering my recently patched up lung by hyperventilating. But where the hell was jo!!! and why was I in so much pain!!! I hit my head as I tried to get up again, why the hell was the cage so small!!!<br/><br/>((do you need me to explain how she needs to claim him if so i'll go to occ.))