Shiro huffed and growled quietly, not to happy about the situation. He would stay out of the yard unless he had a very good reason to go there though. He walked off towards the cafeteria, following the smell of food. He tapped his cane along the floor until he found a table, sitting at the end of it as he waited for the crowd of inmates to clear out. A good portion of the prison was fighting just to get their food. Prisoners yelled at the volunteers serving the food, who looked like bank tellers behind bullet proof glass, and the bigger prisoners were punching out others for their servings.<br/><br/>The warden did not care about certain humans' dislike of furred species. He stood near the entrance of the yard with his arms crossed, eying a few of the prisoners who had come out already. They occasionally looked in his direction nervously, but simply kept to themselves as they went to workout. Dirk chuckled a bit and stood there, enjoying the fresh air.