Exasperation filled Helian as blinding light streamed into the room once more. "Can't a wolf get some sleep?" she grumbled, blinking against the brightness and wishing for the black that soothed her eyes. Although the doors were constantly opened, her eyes would always protest, and she would find herself craving for darkness while her body ached for a taste of sunlight. A growl began to rise in her throat, but she shook her head and stared wearily at the cold metal floor pressing against her paws. She didn't care if she was picked or not - every day, she was just living the same dream over and over again. It didn't matter what happened - perhaps death would be better than lying curled up in this tiny cage where she wasn't allowed to move from it. It would be nice to be picked though because it meant she would be able to breathe in a different air, even if the oxygen she took in was tinged with the blood and sweat of former wolves. She would be able to stretch her legs and run around, even if it was for her own life. She really wasn't sure if she did want to be picked or not, but the wolf shook her large head again, concluding she didn't care as long as one of the two choices she made.
Another choice Helian wished that the humans would choose was to set the wolves free, but she knew that would probably never come true as long as people remained entertained by this sick dance - a dance of life and death that could go either way. She licked her paw to comfort herself and glanced at the bars of the cage, tempted to run her tongue over them again, but she decided against it, not wanting to attract too much unwanted attention.
The screeching of a cage filled Helian's ears, and she glanced up, surprised and slightly relieved she hadn't been picked. She approached the cage door and pressed her face against the bars in an attempt to see who had been chosen. The cool metal, still slightly damp from her tongue, pressed against her soft fur as her eyes scanned the room. She caught the glimpse of a human shadow stretching on the cages across from her, and she waited patiently as it became bigger and bigger till a tall man filled her vision. She caught a flash of a dull pelt, but it wasn't the color of the fur that she recognized. A pair of eyes filled with familiar, black anger glared at her, and she flinched, nearly jolting backwards as fear rammed her heart into her throat.
"Adro!" Helian yelped, but it came out only in a soft whisper. Desperation filled her as she watched the wolf in its cage be carried away, but she knew she could do nothing. Even if she despised the wolf's anger and snapped rude comments at her, she still held a soft spot for her, and she knew life would never be the same if Adro never came back. Helian's mouth felt dry, and for a moment, she couldn't speak, but she finally found her voice in time to bark, "Be safe!"
Before she could say anything else, the heavy door slammed shut, ending her sentence in an abrupt punctuation.