Elliot plopped his head down on his paws, and looked up at the clear sign that, from the outside, read 290. He flattened his ears as the wind started to blow gently. Elliot shivered as his flame colored pelt was ruffled. He stared at the bowl of food in front of him. It was from three days ago. Being in this place made him feel sick, and so to avoid throwing up, he just didn't eat. It's terrible here. Elliot thought bluntly. He stared out the chain link fencing that formed his cage, looking at precisely nothing.