The white wolf stirs from his rest and finds himself locked up in a concrete cell of some kind. "Where am I," Aerelynn asks himself, shaking his fur and looking around. "Wherever I am, I had better stay in this form as long as possible to avoid my captors finding out, who I really am. Besides I like this form better than my human form anyway," he says to himself. Furious at being captured he charges the steel door infront to him and slams his body into it hard. The force of the charge makes bang of the door echo through the hallways. When the door refuses to budge, Aerelynn realises the truth, he is a prisoner and he cannot escape. Raising his head, he howls mournfully and tears begin to fall down his face, coming together in a pool at his feet.