When the man would finally get home, there would be a surprise for him. The surprise was sitting on his front porch, right in front of the front door. The surprise was a 6’x5’ steel cage, inside the cage, a solid black wolf, with piercing red eyes was pacing around at times, sometimes she would be laying down, curled up in a corner. She had been there for almost a week and the man still wasn’t home. “Son of a bitch. I have to get out of here.” She mumbled in her mind, looking around the cage, “I can’t shift out of this form, thanks to this fucking collar.” She growled as she continued to speak in her mind, eyeing the door to the cage. She tilted her head at the lock, “Hm, maybe I could slam against the door and break the lock…” she thought in her mind. Then she ran and slammed her shoulder into the door, a yelp leaving her, but that didn’t stop her, she did it quite a few times until she injured her shoulder. Limping around the cage, panting, the wolf decided to give up for now, soon the door would be opened and she could make her escape then. She limped over to the corner she normally curled up in and curled up, awaiting the man who would be her owner to get home and open the cage so she could escape.