Blinking lazily, the last thing the yirthe remembered was the feeling of something stabbing into her arm. Gazing around, the room eventually flittered back into view... but this one was new.<br/><br/>There was a nagging feeling at the back of her mind, like a dull humming, but she dismissed it for now and instead focused at her current situation. Whomever that anthro wolf was, she most certainly did not want to meet him again, -especially- when considering just what may be happening if she DOES meet him again.<br/><br/>With a shudder, she looks down to her bindings, giving them a testing pull... they seemed a lot more loose then they once had been. It took a few strong tugs and some pulled out fur to slip her arms free, her legs being a lot easier with the use of her paws. She goes to stand, but immediatly falls back down into the chair... whatever drug was used, was still having a slight effect on her motor skills.<br/><br/>More careful this time around, the yirthe comes to stand, stretching out her wings and limbs in an attempt to rid them of the tingling after effects of the sedative. A slight whimper escaping her lips, she looks around her new 'prison', wondering just what her test would be.