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Ajana knew something was wrong from the moment she saw the bright yellow dinghy on the shore of the forest's lake. It stood out like a sore thumb amidst the green foliage, so it was not hard to miss as she followed her usual grazing routes. The second thing she noticed that was distinctly out of place was the scent of smoke and burning sweeping through the forest. A fire here was unlikely; the rains had been abundant and there had been no thunderclouds over the past few days.

Now, it was hard to deny the foreign presence that had graced the otherwise pristine environment. Plastic wrappers of various sources of sustenance littered the small clearing. The dying grass indicated that a tarp of some sort had only been recently laid, and now, cleared from the scene. It was a perfect spot for a hunter, Ajana reasoned, given its elevated position and how the low-hanging branches provided cover from the clearing just a stone's throw away.

It was the overpowering scent of a predator that most concerned the feral deer. Whatever artificial covering had been removed, which meant that the scent was not as concentrated, but she could smell the heavy musk that lingered. It was definitely canine, and definitely a hunter in his prime. However, her dampened herbivore sense of smell could only reveal so much. Her hearing, on the other hand, was much sharper.

The loud 'Crack!' that rang out seemed unnatural, having heard no branch nor tree ever make such a sound. The loud bellow of pain that followed was not natural either, and that alarmed Ajana. The deer's legs sprung into action, darting towards the direction where her ears could narrow down the direction.

A lesser creature would have turned tail and made off for safety, but not Ajana. This was her woods as much as it belonged to every other creature who called this haven home. No upright creature had been to this part of the woods before. It was, as Ajana had long been aware of, the uprights who made every effort to ensure that no one would ever stumble upon this garden and the secrets it possessed.

The deer slowed to a trot as she approached a stone ledge overlooking one of the dozen clearings in the forest. She stopped short of the edge, not because of the sheer drop that would almost certainly break a leg or two, but because of the gruesome sight below.

It was an upright wolf, which confirmed her suspicion that a canine upright had entered the forest, standing over a fallen buck that lay thrashing on his side. The metal trap that had been laid ensnared one of the buck's hooves, crippling the mighty stag as the cruel teeth's grip was relentless. Still, it did not explain why he was on his side. It was then that she noticed that his legs were all bent at angles that were not natural.

Ajana felt disgust rise up in her throat, followed shortly by anger. Even hunters of the wild showed more mercy to their prey as compared to what this upright was doing! Wild dogs demonstrated far greater respect to the fallen, despatching their chosen target with minimal suffering. This? This was torture! This was a desecration to nature itself!

Furthermore, it was clear that the sick wolf was getting off on his prey's pain. What was left of his shorts could barely contain the prominent, angry erection that contrasted sharply against his otherwise the dull grey pelt of his rippled midsection. The source of the unnatural snap was now obvious as he tossed the impressive rack that was once atop the stag's head. It would have taken a fair amount of force just to snap them off, and for the first time, Ajana felt a hint of fear for the upright enemy.

"That's right..." The wolf circled the fallen stag like a vulture around a doomed animal. There was panic in the stag's eyes, struggling and crooning out a pained cry for help. "Struggle, you fucking animal!"

The small switchblade flicked open with an audible click, and even though the stag failed to understand the significance of it, Ajana knew all too well the wolf's intentions. He was getting off on the suffering of a living creature, and she knew that that might have been the reason for his presence here. Civilised society would not have accepted such depravity, and it would have been society that cast him out like the piece of trash he was. That might explain why he was here, but she needed to consult with her upright contacts to confirm her suspicions.

A fresh bellow from the stag prompted Ajana to glance back down to the clearing. The sharp metal easily penetrated pelt, skin, and muscle like butter, and the short length meant internal damage was highly unlikely. The thrashing mass of deer barely daunted the wolf as he sliced the belly open. As the wolf completed his cut, coils of intestine spilled out onto the ground, to which the wolf grinned in malicious delight.

"Jackpot!" came the none-too-discrete shout. It reverberated throughout the forest, which had long fallen silent. The wolf plunged the small switchblade into the thick muscles of the stag's leg, to which the stag barely reacted. Free hands now grappled with the lengths of innards, coating his front in a mix of blood and bodily fluids. He lapped up the blood in his hands, careful not to disembowel his prey just yet.

"You remind me of this sporty deer bitch I knew," the wolf droned on, slipping his hands to fondle at his crotch. "Pretty little thing, she was. Nice boobs, sweet legs, firm ass..."

He delivered a firm smack to the stag's rump, claws sinking into the pelt and drawing fresh blood. The stag bellowed in pain again, but the sensation of disembowelment had stripped it of most of the fight left in it.

"She tried to run from me." The wolf stood up, tongue swiping across his claws in long, slow licks. Once they were clean, he leaned down beside the stag's neck and struck out along the side of its neck, staining them red again. "Just like you, you stupid dumb beast. When will you realise you're just prey to us preds, huh?"

The canine tongue swiped across the freshly clawed wounds, bloodstained teeth grinning in sadistic satisfaction.

"Of course, I'm going to take my time with you." He leaned in close, ensnaring the bucks ear with sharp teeth. "I couldn't take my time with her. I was so hungry, and I just couldn't wait..."

The sickening crunch of the wolf ripping the stag's ear was too much for Ajana, turning away to shield her eyes from the gory scene. The fear of discovering such a cruel predator made her heart race, but she knew that her ability to stop the upright was extremely limited. His upright form was physically superior than her own feral body. If there was a moment when she envied the abilities that her upright peers possessed, now was such a time. The very least she could do was to outsmart that damn wolf.

Ajana lay crouched for a moment longer as the sound beneath grew more feral in nature. The way the upright wolf was talking to his prey seemed odd, as if recollecting a previous memory that spurned his perverted rage. Perhaps her previous assumption had been right after all; this wolf was an outcast, probably having committed a crime against civilised nature. If his descriptions were accurate in any way, then this upright wolf had committed murder!

The feral deer cursed softly; this part of the woods were too thickly forested and too isolated for the outside world to stumble upon. The isolation was intentional, as pointed out by her upright allies. The only way in was by water, which was most likely how this murderous character had entered the picture. The freshwater lake served many communities, not just as an abundant source of food and water, but also as the primary means of transportation. Judging by the heat of the sun and the rich blossoms, she knew he had to have made his way her with the summer holiday crowd. He may have been a sick, perverted murderer, but Ajana had to acknowledge that he was at least smart enough to dodge the authorities.

A growl reached her ears, but there was something about it that seemed off. The tone and pitch suggested that it was now not one of a hunter's, but hinting at desperation and lust. Ajana had to look, even though she already knew what to expect.

"That's it, baby..." The upright wolf gripped the skull of the dying stag, his erection buried deep in its muzzle. His crotch pulled and pushed, sliding his endowment down the gullet of his prey. "That's a good bitch."

The stag was clearly in distress, legs thrashing about as the wolf gripped around its neck with an even tighter grip. From her hiding place, Ajana could see that the wolf's perverted actions was suffocating his prey. She could see the panic in its eyes as the very air that it had been nurtured on all its life was now being denied by a cold-blooded murderer.

"If only she struggled like you did," remarked the wolf, a secret fantasy being divulged to those who cared to listen. "I'm gonna fill you up!"

The stag was in its dying throes; its lips were blue, muscles spasming, urine spilling out onto the ground. It was a scene that Ajana could not bear to watch any longer; she retreated from the ledge, kicking it in silent frustration at her inability to prevent such a desecration. It was then that the slab of stone that she had been perched upon decided to slip free of the loose earth that had been barely holding it in place. The world around her fell silent as solid rock sunk deep into the soft earth, its thud reverberating like a muted explosion.

For a moment, she was glad that it fell when it did. The perverted wolf retreated from his prey before he had a chance to desecrate the now still stag. That disgusting erection bobbed in the air, sticky with his own repulsive desires and the fluids of the dead. He studied the rock, which had fallen all but an arm's length away from where he had been. Ajana cursed softly, hoping it would have at least crushed that damn wolf's skull.

"What the..."

The murderous wolf looked up and locked eyes with her. Ajana froze, her feral side locked in a stare down with death. Slowly, she saw the same perverted grin on his muzzle when he had been disembowelling the stag.

"Here pretty, pretty, pretty." She saw through the brazen wolf's attempts to lure her down to her own demise, disgusted at his use of such an immature method. "Come to DADDY!"

The pervert wolf broke into an all-out run up the slope of the small hill that separated them. At least his brute strength matched his bulk, Ajana noted, watching the wolf tear through the growth with relative ease. The hunt was on, but the deer knew she had the upper hand. After all, this was her territory, and no one knew it better than she did.

Just as the wolf was within striking range, she ran. Two could play at this game, although she had cut it a little close. Claws sliced at air, but only just. She had to be careful; the howl that rang out behind her spoke of excited frustration. If anything, the chase was only fuelling the hunter's need to hunt her down. The violence in which the undergrowth was being ripped and torn out of the hunter's way only proved her point. She darted and ducked through the forest, muscle memory propelling her lithe frame forward.

The forest whizzed past as Ajana took her pursuer through particularly tricky bits of her home. She curved around a large patch of stinging nettles, which the hunter plowed straight through, and flew through the curtain of thick vines with ease. Being too thick to cut with claws, the wolf's chase slowed, but never faltered. She had to admit that his determination was impressive, if it were not spurred on for all the wrong reasons.

Ajana knew where she had to go; the higher elevation would serve to hinder and to slow down the wolf's progress whilst allowing her to gain a tactical advantage. This was a lesson taught to her by her upright allies, some of whom were trained in areas as forested as this was. Slowly, but surely, she was gaining ground on the hunter.

Then, everything went quiet. Ajana stopped in her tracks, panting softly as she took her first glimpse behind her. Her ears swivelled, trying to pick up the sounds of an amateur hunter thundering through like an elephant, but she heard nothing. Restless hooves shifted about nervously as she tried to calm herself down, eyes darting from one tree trunk to the next. If she had succeeded in shaking the hunter off her trail, then there was reason to celebrate. On the other hand, she may have just brought out the primal hunter instead. If so, danger was now stalking her.

It took but the smallest shift in the breeze and the softest of cracks before Ajana nimbly darted to one side. The damn wolf had managed to sneak up behind her, proving to be a worthy adversary. Claws swiped at empty air, but only by just. The deer had to twist and roll just to dodge out of the way.

"Going somewhere?"

Ajana gasped before a firm paw encircled her neck, pinning her down against the ground. She had been too slow! His speed was fuelled by adrenaline, the rush of the hunt, and from what she could see, raw arousal. His blood-soaked crotch was dripping with excitement, as were the jaws that were drooling with hunger.

"I don't think so, pretty thing," growled the wolf. His muzzle slowly turned into a grin, tongue licking over his chops. "Looks like it's my lucky da-UNF!"

The wolf's head jerked forward before his entire body slumped to the ground beside the deer. Ajana scrambled to her hooves, staring at the now unconscious canine before nodding to the large black mass standing over it.

"Thanks, Henry."

The gorilla responded with a grunt, dropping the large stick in his hands. As she shook the leaf litter from her body, the primate crept over beside her, fingers gently brushing over her pelt. She did not need to read his features to understand what he was trying to do.

"I'm fine," Ajana reassured. "Although that was cutting it a little close."

The silverback gave an apologetic look.

"It was my fault. I underestimated his abilities..."

The gorilla gave a low grunt, gesturing towards the general direction from where the came from. If the wolf's howl reached all the way, she shuddered to think what questions the rest of the forest had.

"He gutted a stag," she began, pausing for a moment before adding, "Alive. And then choked him to death with his..."

Her eyes lowered down to the still pulsing erection. Even though he now lay crouched in a small pile, it was still sticky with blood and dripping like the canine he was. Henry puffed up a little, the silver hair along his back beginning to ruffle and rise. He towered over the limp pile of wolf, a large black fist positioned next to the victim's head for added emphasis.

"No," Ajana countered. "That's too easy for him."

The deer watched as the four hundred pound primate delicately shifted away from the wolf. Crushing bone would have been no more difficult than snapping a twig for Henry, and to at least have him listen and understand her reasoning was a major relief to Ajana. No other creature could ever dream of harnessing the power of inter-species communication so effectively, but they could and they did.

She looked the gorilla in the eye, returned with a confused tilt of the large primate's head. It took a moment longer before it turned into a look of recognition, hinted only by the sneaky smile on the deer's lips. The gorilla gave a deep-chested grunt, to which the deer simply bobbed her muzzle.

"Yes, Henry. We'll need rope."

* * *

Ajana was glad that Henry had volunteered to lend a hand. Given that the silverback had a troop to lead and care for, she was grateful for his time and dexterity. Without him, she would not have been able to bind the wolf up as securely as he was now. She took what she learnt from her upright friends and provide verbal instructions, which the gorilla followed to a fault. The attention to detail and the small touches in his dexterity was, undeniably, impeccable.

The result was a bound wolf, back up against the trunk of a large tree. Hands that once tried to gorge a hole out of her neck were now suspended on a branch above him, the gorilla making sure that escape was not an option by binding both forearms together before wrapping his hands in more pliable twine. His legs were spread on opposite sides of the tree trunk, freshly snapped vine wrapped up from his ankles to his knees.

With limbs secure, Ajana next turned her attention to the source of the wolf's perversion. The spear of flesh was still erect, knot engorged like it had been when it had been forced down the dead stag's throat. Her next instruction to Henry was to ensure that erection would not be so easily lost, assisted with a small bundle of twine wrapped behind the swollen bulb of flesh. The deer had to admit that he was, despite the bulk of muscle he carried of his frame, still considerably well-endowed.

However, being well-endowed meant more blood, and more blood meant a greater feast for the summer insects that buzzed around them in the heat of the day. The deer had gathered a considerable bundle of leaves and herbs that she knew would repel these bugs. Dividing the pile into three equal portions; one she offered to Henry, who then used another on her. The last bundle was used on the wolf, the leaves crushed and applied on areas that were not as thickly furred. From the ears, nose and lips, all the way down to fingers and toes, not a single area was spared from the herbal repellant.

None, except for one.

By the time the repellant was starting to take effect, the swarm of bugs had already to cover every possible exposed surface of the untreated erection. Even as Henry continued to work close to the wolf, the bloodsucking insects fed well. It did not take long for the typically engorged organ to swell even more, bloated with the bites from hundreds of hungry bugs. Even though he was still out cold, the wolf cock began to throb and twitch as the result of so many insect bites began to cause the meaty shaft to itch uncontrollably. To be unable to soothe such an itch on such an expanse of flesh would be torture.

The next step in her plot for revenge was an assortment of plants carefully chosen of their properties. In a well-used hollowed out stump, she carefully ground the leaves with a hoof, crushing the oil and sap out of them to form a thick, sticky paste. When she was satisfied, she gently covered it with a layer of freshly picked herbs, not wanting to spoil her hard work. Once the time was right, it would be put to good use. For now, she had other errands to run around the forest. News had to travel, and she needed to get the word out.

By the time she returned, the sun had dipped considerably and cast a warm, golden glow on the forest. It was just about to break into the evening, and the sounds of the forest was starting to return to normal. The gurgled sound of despair was not natural, but it certainly was music to Ajana's ears.

Henry sure had a done a piece of him, after she told the gorilla to take over in her absence. The most noticeable addition was the large piece of bamboo now shoved into his mouth, forcing it to remain slightly agape. With a small piece of twine to keep the open muzzle pointed towards the sky, Henry shuttling from the lake's edge with a hastily fashioned water flask made out of a length of bamboo. It was another indication of the gorilla's ability to think on his feet. Sure, it was not perfect, leaking from the end plugged with leaves, but it worked. Judging from the swell in the wolf's belly, he had been at it for a while now.

"Enough."

The sound of the deer's voice was a sufficient distraction from his present situation, eyes wide at the realisation that she was no ordinary deer.

"Let him speak."

Henry clenched the sides of the wolf's jaw, undoing the bindings that held the bamboo in place before pulling the offending object out altogether. The wolf tried to snap at him, but a firm squeeze was all that was needed as a reminder of who was in charge. The gorilla calmly retreated to one side, watching and waiting until his services would be needed again.

"You can fucking talk!" were the first words out of the wolf's muzzle. Ajana merely scraped a hoof at the ground at the use of profanity, but it was not anything she had not heard before.

"I can, yes."

"A fucking talking deer!" he laughed. "Oh, just wait till I get my paws on you! You'll make me rich!"

Ajana seemed unsurprised at the revelation, which only led her to reaffirm her assumptions about the wolf's background. Now that she had the advantage, it was time to see just how right her feral senses had been about him.

"This coming from the wolf who tried to eat me?" The tone in her voice was accusatory, and the sharp look she gave shot daggers through the curtain that his original intentions. "Or worse... who wanted to gut me and rape me?"

The one-two punch seemed to knock the wolf off his game, leaving him wide open.

"N... Now wait just one sec..."

"You don't have to give excuses," Ajana shot back. "I saw what you did to that stag. Oh, yes. How you cut him wide open? Then bathed in his guts? And then choked him with your..."

She stared down at the swollen, itchy erection bobbing with renewed anger. Insect bites covered the offending member from knot to tip. Some insects had even managed to score some choice bites on the delicate opening of his urethra. From it came copious amounts of liquid pre-arousal drooling from the tip and down onto the ground below. She gently exhaled, causing a flurry of activity to buzz around the pulsing organ.

"Please!" he pleaded. "Just... Just scratch it! Fucking mozzies are biting me! Get them away!"

"Sorry," Ajana apologised, before stomping her hooves down for added emphasis. "Can't help you."

"Then get your fucking monkey friend to do it, you fucking deer witch!" he screamed, spittle flying from his mouth in a moment of rage. When Ajana simply stood there staring at him, he roared at her once again. "Are you fucking deaf? Get that stupid ape to fucking rub my dick now, damn it!"

Ajana glanced back at Henry, who rose from his seat and began to move towards the wolf.

"We tried the nice way," she spoke to Henry as the gorilla passed her.

There was brief moment of protest before the sound of gagging reached her ears. The primate had forced the bamboo gag back into the annoying wolf's muzzle and forced it back into its original skyward position. Ajana gave her plant paste a few more stomps before giving it the nod of approval. The gorilla grabbed a handful of the sticky paste, walked over to the wolf, and shoved it down the hollow bamboo centre.

The invasion of the sticky mixture was only as unpleasant as the shock of a new sensation meeting his tongue. After a brief attempt at struggling, it was eventually the sweet grassy flavour that calmed the wolf down. It was unlike any sweet flavoured drink or dessert he had ever tasted before. It trickled down the back of his throat, hungrily sucking more of the paste as it flowed.

"Delicious, isn't it?" Ajana cooed. "My personal favourite, as it is with all the other males."

The wolf stopped swallowing for a moment, but the flavour was intensely thick and sweet that he could not help not devour more of it. Eventually, Henry scope the last of the paste down into the wolf's muzzle, and the wolf had swallowed the last of the tasty paste.

"A recipe of mine," explained the deer as Henry busied himself with retightening any of the wolf's bonds that had loosened. "A combination of all the aphrodisiacs of the forest. That should force a little bit more blood into that big, fat worm of yours."

Henry gave a soft grunt, before heading off back into the forest. His job was done, and he had to return to his duties as leader of his troop. Ajana watched as the silverback disappeared into the foliage, much to the distraught whining of the wolf.

The trickle of pre-ejaculate increased as the canine struggled to buck or swivel his hips. What little motion he had barely provided any form of satisfaction; a breeze could provide far more stimulation than he could. The bug attacks were easing off now as the day was now growing cooler and the sun beginning to dip well below the canopy. Ajana, satisfied that this stage of the wolf's punishment was complete, turned tail and began to set off for her usual grazing spots. As expected, the wolf tried to call her back, a muffled scream to gain her attention to which she ignored for a few more seconds before turning back.

"Don't worry," she grinned. "We'll be back in the morning."

* * *

When first light finally broke, the sight that greeted Ajana was worrying.

For the second time now, she had underestimated the wolf's strength. The branch that was once supporting his weight now lay broken at the base of the tree. The vines that bound his legs were still there, only they had been stretched so much that an elephant could have escaped with ease. The bamboo gag was found a short distance away, still slick with saliva and still warm. Cursing softly, she realised that she might have just missed his escape. However, with words fast spreading through the forest about their intruder, she was sure to hear something about it soon.

The thought barely crossed her mind when she heard the sounds of panting and running paws fast approaching. Stepping out further into the clearing, she realised that it was a member of the forest's resident wolf pack. The running wolf spotted her, changed direction, and slowed to a stop before her.

"Beta," she acknowledged with a small bow of her head.

"Mistress Ajana," replied the wolf, tongue dripping with sweat. "Alpha sent me to find you. He has the intruder. Follow me, please."

The relationship between predator and prey turned on its head would have baffled others, but not to her. Here was an apex predator showing her respect and due diligence, despite being completely capable of tearing her to pieces. This was the way of life here, even if normal were anything but.

The wolf's strides were deliberately restrained, allowing the deer a chance to run alongside him. If he were to break out in a full run, as she was well aware of, she would never have a chance to catch up. Their intruder had already been apprehended, so there was no need to rush. However, Ajana still felt a pang of guilt, given she felt responsible for the discovery, and eventual punishment, of the upright wolf.

It was apparently that their escapee did not get very far, minutes away from where he had been initially bound. She could see where he had been, and the many prints in the earth where the pack had chased him down. They were obviously watching, either standing guard or enjoying the sight of the intruder being tormented.

Their strides slowed to a stop as they approached where the main pack had gathered. Standing in the middle was the Alpha, a big sized wolf that stood head and shoulders over the rest. He dipped his head slightly as the deer stepped forward.

"Alpha," came the breathless acknowledgement.

"Ajana," the alpha wolf greeted.

"You found him?"

The alpha laughed, as he strode over to where members of his pack were snarling and snapping at the prone figure on the ground.

"Found him? Show the wimp some teeth and he submits like a bitch."

A low growl came from the offended wolf, but a quick bark silenced him.

"See?" The alpha sniffed a little, then laughed even louder. "Bitch even pissed himself!"

The humiliation scorched across the intruder's muzzle, curling his body to hide the obvious. His bellyfur was soaked where the angry red erection was still protruding up against his belly. The ground beneath him was damp, and reeked heavily of urine. It was a result of both Henry's forced ingestion of water and a show of canine submission.

"At least some part of him knows his place," the alpha remarked.

"Not entirely." Ajana interjected. "He has yet to learn how to respect nature."

"My pack had just found the carcass when we got word. Did he really..."

The alpha's words trailed off, muzzle wincing into a look of disgust. She knew what he wanted to say, but even speaking of such an act was enough to send shivers down to the bone. When she sent word out, she made sure to highlight that the upright wolf's lack of respect for his prey. Among other predators, this was the greatest desecration, especially to the prey who would be sacrificed for others to live on.

"I'm not sure," Ajana paused briefly, turning to address their captive. "Did you?"

"Did I what, fucking deer witch?" he snapped back.

The alpha was instantly on him, a jaw full of snarling teeth bared right into the offender's muzzle. The upright tried to squirm and squirrel away, but the sudden confrontation stunned him back into a submissive posture.

"You will answer her respectfully," growled the alpha, "or I will rip your balls off your filthy body myself. Clear?"

The wolf hastily nodded.

"Good." The alpha pulled back, but not before laying a pawful of unsheathed claws into his chest. "Now answer her question."

"I..." the wolf stammered. "I don't..."

Ajana slowly stepped up to the piss-soaked crotch, a hoof descending over the low-hanging scrotum. Upon contact, the prone wolf gave a small yelp, body tensing in mild panic. She pressed down a little harder, to no avail, and it was only when she gave the furry sac a firm stomp that he finally stopped struggling. Whether it was due to the authenticity of the threat or the pained groan that came from his muzzle, Ajana did not really care. She wanted answers, and this was her chance.

"Did you or did you not spew your disgusting dog seed into that stag's throat while you were suffocating him with your damn cock?" Ajana shot out, a singe of excitement coursing through her body and she finally announced his sins to the entire pack. In an instant, every member of the pack tensed up, some higher ranked males pacing restlessly.

"I..."

Ajana leaned her weight in the moment the captive showed a hint of hesitation.

"No... NO! I didn't! I didn't! I didn't!"

"Is that the truth?" growled the alpha.

"Yes! I swear! I pulled out the moment that fucking rock dropped. I didn't get a chance to finish! That's the truth!"

Ajana and the alpha exchanged knowing looks, but she had to know more about something disturbing the upright wolf mentioned earlier.

"You also said something about a female deer you preyed on." Ajana saw the confused look, almost pleading for her not to continue. "You know... 'Nice boobs, sweet legs, firm ass'?"

When he refused to spill his secrets, her hoof crushed his swollen testes to encourage him to speak, even though it left give wide-eyed, muzzle agape in silent agony. Her steel resolve to force the information out of him easily broke through the captive's weak will, hands scrabbling to relieve the sharp stabs of pain that left him so helpless.

"P... Please... I'll t-talk. I'll talk."

Ajana relented, and the words began to flow.

At first, the details were vague at best, their captive being careful with his confession so as not to dig a deeper hole than he already was in. However, with additional prodding from both the deer and the alpha, who was as intrigued to listen to the wolf's admission of guilt, the picture it painted was more disgusting and perverted than Ajana had earlier assumed.

Not only did he kidnap and rape an innocent girl, he gutted, killed, and ate her, just like what he was going to do with the stag. The pieces of the puzzle began to click, finally realising just what the dead stag was in his eyes; it was no more than a piece of meat for this sick wolf to realise his fantasy. Even other members of the alpha's pack who had heard the story were disgusted, treating the guilty party with obvious hostility. If it were not for the alpha still standing over the wolf, the deer could only assume that they would tear him apart with nothing but fangs, claws, and pure rage.

Ajana felt sick. She had almost become a part of his sick fantasy, and for the first time, it sank in just how close a brush she had before becoming another victim. If he were left to his own devices, this sick wolf would surely spread mayhem in this small forested utopia. The more she reflected on the potential repercussions of his actions, the further she wanted to be away from him. She desperately needed some space, not even bothering to stay behind to listen to the rest of the confession.

Standing on the edge of the nearby cliff overlooking the huge lake, she heard the alpha approach. She did not turn to greet him, but she knew that the large wolf would not mind.

"The pack is watching him," said the alpha, looking out to the wide expanse as he stood alongside her. "What should we do with him?"

"I don't know," Ajana sighed. "As much as I want him dead, that would make us as low as he is. Neither can we leave him running around here. He has absolutely no understanding of rules, let alone trying to get him to adapt to the rules of our forest."

"You think too much," the alpha laughed softly. "As you always do."

Ajana was thankful for the blunt, but honest reply. Insight could not be gained by a restless mind, and hers was in a complete turmoil.

"Anyway, I have decided what to do with the dead stag." The alpha's announcement was a welcome distraction, if not stimulating the deer's honest curiosity. "The pack will take what it needs, The rest of the meat will be shared with other meat-eaters. Nothing will be left, except the head."

The decision on how the dead stag would be dealt with had been left up to the predators, and it seemed like a fitting one. Naturally, they refused to consume what parts of the body had been defiled.

"As for the intruder," the alpha added, "either make him submit or my pack will."

Ajana nodded, quietly contemplating on a thought that had been lingering in the back of her mind.

"I will... handle him."

The deer's voice trailed off slightly, and the alpha's ears picked up the change in tone just as quickly as his nose picked up on the scent of dread. Even without words, she knew he knew what exactly she had in mind.

"Ajana!" The alpha's bark was muted and hushed, but forceful enough to startle even her. "We cut our ties! We are no longer their property! How could you think of ever working with them again?"

"Not with the company, no," the deer quickly pointed out.

"With that fox then?"

Ajana sighed softly. "He's a friend."

"A friend who works for the company." The alpha's tone was nowhere near accusatory, but Ajana felt just as guilty. "He gives you things, Ajana. Dangerous things."

"They could be useful," she countered.

"Only if you know what it does."

"I do."

"Do you?"

Ajana glanced to the alpha, who bore a cheeky smile. It was then that she realised that the alpha had been teasing her. The bonds of their friendship transcended what mere trivial arguments would dissolve. Nothing was normal here, which made it even more ridiculous that she would ever doubt the alpha's complete trust in her. She smiled, know that she had the faith of the alpha.

"You don't trust me?" she teased.

"Only things I don't understand," grinned the alpha. "You spend too much time with..."

The alpha paused, twisted his head behind him. Ajana turned as well, flicking her ears back into the direction of where the pack was. She could hear distant barking, albeit too soft to tell what it was.

"He's trying to escape," relayed the alpha. Besides possessing far sharper hearing, he could better decipher what the barking meant. "He's putting up a fight... and..."

One moment he had been listening intently, the next moment he was off in a full-blown sprint. Ajana gave chase, but even her nimble legs was no match for the alpha's determination. Whatever had happened with the pack was obviously serious enough to demand his complete attention.

"He got away," the alpha's second-in-command grunted out, hunched over as a few others gently nuzzles at his belly. "Kicked me, charged others, then took off."

"And my mate?" the alpha growled.

"She's..." whimpered the beta, ears folding back at the harsh gaze he was now receiving. "She's leading the hunting pack."

It dawned on Ajana why the alpha was reacting so strongly. As strong a character that both alphas possessed, the desire to be parents was something they desperately craved. After the alpha female's first pregnancy ended in a miscarriage, the alpha male grew even more protective of her. Now that her present pregnancy was now at the halfway mark and the pups were developing well, the last thing either alphas wanted was their dream of parents to be shattered again.

"That female," cursed the alpha softly. "She is one stubborn bitch."

"That makes two of you," Ajana added just within earshot. "Come on. Looks like they're headed to the fields."

"Hrmph," snorted the alpha, before glancing back to his beta. "Take the pack and lead them back to our grounds. Make sure they're safe. If we're not back by sunset, lead a party out."

"Yes, Alpha."

"As for you..." The alpha swung around and began a light jog, slow enough for the deer to stride easily alongside her. "We catch this bastard, and you do whatever it takes to tame him."

"Anything?"

"Anything."

"In that case," Ajana sprung forward, her four reinvigorated legs carrying her well ahead of the canine. The alpha shook his head before extending his stride to keep pace with the deer.

"Females."

The journey to the open fields was uneventful, with only the sound of distant barking to guide them in the right direction. However, they soon found themselves turning away from the fields and up a small incline towards the lone cave that existed in the whole forest. No one with a good reason would venture up there, although it seemed only too appropriate that there was where they were being led.

The entrance of the cave was as ominous as any dark hole in the side of a mountain should; large, gaping, and with sounds that were unrelated to nature. However, to seasoned visitors of the cave, it was nothing more than coming to meet an old friend right at its entrance. Henry was there, as was the pack that had taken the lead in hunting down their escapee, who now lay in a crumpled heap on the ground. Crouched over him was an elderly chimpanzee, who wielding a now empty syringe.

"Ah," beamed the monkey. "So glad you could make it."

"Where's my mate, Philip?" demanded the alpha.

"That's Doctor Philip to you, Alpha," the chimp reminded. "She's inside. The boys are looking after her."

"Inside?" came the low growl. Ajana could understand his concern; no one ever set foot in the cave unless they were ill or injured. "What happened?"

"Your escapee here tried to tackle them," Philip replied, gesturing towards the other pack of wolves. "Harmless to them, dangerous for her."

The fur on the back of the alpha's back bristled, his stance dropping into one of hostility towards the drugged upright. Ajana stepped forward, putting herself physically between the alpha and his intended target. She knew the alpha would never hurt her, but right now, he was ready to draw blood, skin, and guts.

"Is she alright?" Ajana asked.

"The boys' initial report is that she's a little roughed up from the tumble. A little high strung from the rush of the hunt, but otherwise fine. You're more than welcome to visit her if you... so..."

The chimp's words trailed off as the alpha immediately turned and darted for the cave's entrance. Ajana saw the look in his eye just before he disappeared into the relative dark depths. It was a look that spoke volumes, and a single glance was a conversation in itself. She knew that the alpha's priority was going to be pack oriented; everything else would be left to her discretion as earlier agreed.

"And that takes care of that," Philip noted. "Now, as for our guest..."

"Sedated?" Ajana enquired, to which the chimp shook his head.

"Even better," he replied with a tinge of pride in his voice. "Used one of the company's new paralytic formulas. Fully conscious with no motor muscular control. Brilliant!"

That answer provided the deer the explanation to the frantic eyes that darted left and right, and agitated huffs of breath that puffed out of the agape muzzle. Whatever the doctor had administered, it was effective.

"He's not a guest," Ajana spat out like bitter leaves on her tongue. "Not any more."

"Is it about the stag? I heard the boys talking about it."

The deer shook her head. "Worse. Murdered and ate an upright like himself."

Despite Philip's age, she could see the already wrinkled brow furrow even more. The look of disdain was in his eyes, and his pensive gaze was anything but. The fact that he was here, right on his doorstep, was symbolic enough. Even without expressing it directly to him, her intentions were clear. Eventually, the good doctor would be the most capable to enact the punishments that were due. If the upright justice system failed to apprehend such a criminal, then the fate of a murderer would rest on the rules of their forest.

"I see," Philip remarked after a minute of stoic silence. "And what of this?"

The chimp gestured to the paralysed wolf's erection, which was now very red and very swollen. Whatever fluids that had kept the sensitive moist had long dried up, and the angry spear of flesh had now been open and exposed for more than its had intended to be. The knot was still locked out by a simple piece of twine and an overdose of Ajana's secret recipe.

"Make him suffer," said the deer. "He has to pay for his crimes."

"Oh, with pleasure, my dear deer. Henry!"

The patiently waiting gorilla immediately picked up the pile of fur and threw it over his shoulder with relative ease. Philip took the lead, gesturing both gorilla and deer into the cave. His movements were slow and deliberate, a sign that age was catching up with the lab ape. However, his mind was still sharp as a knife and always ready to learn, a trait the company had bestowed on him.

The cave, on the other hand, housed everything the company had left behind. Crates upon crates of supplies had been left behind after the great move. Stores of old experiments were still tucked away, as were the experiments themselves still housed in their original casings. Despite the absence of the uprights, they failed to consider the abilities of the ones they left behind, and their capacity to learn.

Chimpanzees of all ages busied around the crates, swinging from the vines that carpeted the roof of the cave. Despite looking like a large, black hole from the outside, the inside was bright enough to navigate around, illuminated with large mirrors strategically placed all around the interior. Ajana silently absorbed the sights of primates pouring over written documents like textbooks, elder chimps gesticulating wildly at younger ones as they huddled in mumbled discussions. This was not a sight Philip would have been so kind to have let them in on, but they all shared a common background, and it was only a matter of time before he would have let them in on it. Deciphering the texts of the uprights was not an easy task, but if there was anyone who could do it, it was Philip and his small army.

They stopped in front of a small opening draped with loose vines hanging from the roof long enough for Philip to direct the alpha to his mate. The chimp then motioned for the rest to follow them down the long corridor, leading them towards the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel.It opened up to reveal an open cavern with a hole in the roof of the cave that highlighted the blue sky above. The large tree that sprouted in the middle of it all merely added to the dramatic effect.

"Over here," called out the chimp, pointing to the out-of-place metal examination table surrounded by the equally unnatural crates of upright supplies. "Set him down, Henry."

The gorilla huffed as he dropped the paralysed wolf onto table, grunting out his pleasure for no longer having to lug him around. There was a strained sound coming from the wolf's drooling muzzle, and nothing more. The still wide eyes flicked about restlessly, occasionally straining beyond his field of view to the sounds of metal against metal being jostled about behind him.

"Oh, shush," Philip chided as he waddled over with a fully loaded tray full of surgical instruments. "Boys!"

The screech of chimpanzees reverberated around the open-air chamber to what sounded like an entire troupe. Ajana almost laughed when only two younger chimps joined them, realising that the entire audio presentation was merely a method of shock and awe. They dropped down onto the table as if the wolf had never been there.

"Prepare him," was Philip's only instruction.

The deer watched as the two assistants made quick work of the wolf. His hands were needlessly strapped by his side with cuffs that seemed like it had never aged a day. They then raised his legs until thighs touched calves then bound together them with what seemed like huge rubber bands. A spreader bar kept his legs spread wide, framing the rock hard erection that protruded prominently from his belly. Philip's aides then moved on to his muzzle, placing a medical-grade O-ring gag in his jaw before cranking it so wide until one could easily fit a fist in it. A posture collar kept the wolf's muzzle locked in a forward-looking position for the duration that it was on. Once they had the bonds relatively secured, they then turned their attention to his crotch.

One chimp began to undo the dried up piece of twine that kept the wolf's erection from deflating, while the other began to gently swab a piece of cotton along the exposed insect-bitten flesh. Even as the twine relinquished its power, the swabbing made the turgid organ swell even more. The gurgling from the stretched maw and the rapid increase in breathing showed signs of either agony or excitement, but as the Ajana craned her neck to better observe the proceedings, she spotted the bottle of antiseptic. It was mildly disappointing, but knowing Philip, he would have something more in store.

The final accessory was a stainless steel cock and ball harness that at first seemed too small for the well-endowed wolf. The chimp that had undone the twine first slipped it behind his knot and clicked it shut. The longer, thicker metal pushed the fleshy rod even further out from his body, making it even more of an appealing target for abuse. A gentle tug on the heavy scrotum and the attached narrow tube of metal forced his testes down to unnatural lengths. An extra piece of metal to separate both testicles into two distinct orbs completed the harness, and with that, the chimps retreated from the table.

Ajana turned her head when she heard the gorilla beside her huff lightly. The large ape has a hand in his crotch, a sign of either discomfort or arousal, neither of which she could deduce immediately. However, it did give her great satisfaction to see at least some payback for the upright's crimes, at it made her tingle from the bottom of her hooves to the tips of her ears.

"Let us begin."

The hiss of the table's pneumatics resulted in it being lowered until it was closer to the floor. Ajana did not have to strain her neck any more, and it allowed Philip easier access without needless climbing.

"Male grey wolf," came the professional recitation as Philip paced around him. "Early twenties judging from dental development and physique. Skeletal development concurs with that assumption. Musculature is very well defined, suggests sporty character or constant physically strenuous activity."

The chimp stepped up onto the table before standing on the wolf's chest. With his small frame, he weighed nothing compared to the much larger gorilla in the room. In his hands were two palm-sized adhesive patches, to which he shoved his hand into one of the wolf's armpits.

"As subject is prone to violence, the only obvious solution would be to limit mobility." Philip's aged fingers struggled to press the patch into place, but he managed. As he set the next patch under the remaining armpit, he continued his monologue. "The paralytic patches should ensure reduced use of upper limbs for up to seven days. Arm binders should physically reinforce that concept."

He turned his head to one of his assistants, who blinked and made off in a direction that Ajana could not pinpoint. She could only assume it was to fulfil the doctor's request.

"Subject is otherwise in excellent condition to proceed with the experiment."

A gurgle from the wolf was the only protest they received, to which the chimp interpreted as a sign to continue.

"Which experiment would that be, Doctor?" Ajana inquired.

"We've recently decoded a set of company documents for the military with proposals for new tools for interrogation," Philip explained as he picked up a tray of syringes. "Subtle methods of persuasion to extract information without angering those rights' activists."

"I thought a law was passed banning interrogations?"

"Seems like I'm not the only one keeping up with the outside world," Philip grinned. "Yes, a law was passed, and so the project was put on hold. However, the tools were never discarded. Their development continued until the abandonment of this facility!"

The chimp picked up a syringe filled with a pale orange coloured fluid, pulled the protective plastic cover from the fine needle, and plunged it into the wolf's thick, muscular thigh. It took a few seconds to fully dispense its contents, but when he was done, it was carefully set aside on the tray with medical professionalism.

"A stimulant," Philip explained. "Heightens the senses. This, though..."

He picked up a different vial filled with milky looking liquid and waved it at Ajana.

"Liquid hormones," grinned the chimp. "One of the company's prime products. A shame that the development for this version had to be pulled..."

The vial was uncorked and its contents gently poured over the gel-like substance over the wolf's bobbing erection. Once it was thoroughly coated, he emptied the rest of the vial over the painfully bound testes.

"Pulled?" Ajana asked. "Why?"

"If the papers they left behind were any of use, just a couple of undesirable side effects." Philip put down the vial back on the tray, now very much empty. "Results showed an increased libido, although perhaps a little bit too much. Also, test subjects experienced an inability to ejaculate without additional stimulation."

The chimp snapped on a pair of latex gloves before climbing onto the examination table right between the wolf's legs where his bound genitals were exposed for easy access. One hand gently stroked the turgid organ, the other massaged the overripe plums, his goal being to accelerate the absorption of the mysterious liquid.

"Simple masturbation didn't work at all," Philip continued. "The stimulation of the nerve endings were not complete. At the very least, prostate stimulation had to be applied. Electricity was more effective."

Ajana took a few steps forward until she stood over the wolf. She knew he heard everything that Philip and said, and she could see the fear and anger in his eyes. It gave her great satisfaction to know that he was helpless to do anything, the same sense of helplessness that his victims experienced while he toyed with them. However, as much as Ajana wanted a tit-for-tat treatment, she abhorred senseless violence; gutting the wolf like his victims was out of the question. At the very least, she could deny the wolf any form of pleasure, be it his appetite for flesh or his sexual fantasies.

"Hear that?" Ajana sneered. "No more spewing that dirty wolf seed. Just who would want to breed with a murderer like you, anyway?"

The huff that erupted from the wolf's muzzle barely contained any force in it, which pleased Ajana. The stare spoke a little more about their captive's state of mind, but it empowered her even more.

"No one," the chimp added in. "Not after I'm done with him."

"Oh?" This piqued Ajana's interest, ears flicking in excitement. "Got something in mind?"

Philip stopped masturbating the wolf's cock, which now held a muted glaze in the sunlight. It look even more engorged than it had been, possibly due to the drugged coating that make even more blood rush to the almost painfully erect organ had already been. The chimp dropped his gloves onto his tray of disposables and stepped behind the table where a small crate had been earlier opened. The markings on it made little sense, but the large 'Fragile' stickers made it all the more fascinating.

The crate gave a small 'beep' as Philip reached in and retrieved a glass case that was almost as large as him. His assistants moved in to assist, transporting it to the foot of the table. It was filled with a gel-like liquid that gave it a near solid appearance. A shadow at the bottom revealed something coiled near the bottom, although she could see what it was. Once the case had been set firmly on the table, the chimp calmly undid the top of the case.

"The company also specialised in making assistive devices." The chimp lowered his hand, groaning softly as the chill of the liquid got to him. It took him a moment before he managed to grab on to what was in the case. "Perfect for patients who had been paralysed, or have lost all control of their faculties."

Ajana was fairly certain her stomach turned as the chimp pulled out the head of what looked like a large earthworm. It wriggled very slowly, and, oddly, at regular intervals. It was only on closer inspection that she noticed the skin of this 'worm' was very elastic, and its 'mouth' was rounded metal.

"Is that..."

"A worm," Philip concluded for her, to which he added a small wink, "designed to supplement key areas of a patient's bodily functions."

He pulled the rounded head of the 'worm' down to the wolf's rectum, the cold liquid causing the muscular ring to flex involuntarily. Resistance was only temporarily, partly due the liquid quickly warming up and Philip's forced introduction. The head of the 'worm' easily slipped in, but the sheer girth of the rest of its flexible non-organic body stretched out the usually tight ring. The pulses and ripples in the body, Ajana realised, were timed to fit in with the body's natural motion of peristalsis.

"Genius," Ajana breathed softly.

"And that's not even half of it. Literally."

Philip gestured over to where his assistants were handling a similar sized case. They too lifted the robotic worm out of its liquid, although this was noticeable thinner than the one that was slipped deeper into the wolf's rear-end. There was not a sound of protest from the wolf, except for his panicked breathing. The word disappeared down his gullet, helped along with the lubricating liquid.

"That part will join up with this one," Philip explained. "Designed originally for paralysed patients, it also found success in mental institutions and prisons. Reduced uncooperativeness substantially, it seems."

The chimp eased more of the robotic worm's length out of his case and onto the table, which Ajana observed with great intent.

"The skin allows introduced liquids to be absorbed by the digestive tract through it's elastic skin. Undigested solids are passed out, very much like the existing digestive process."

The end of the worm was fast approaching, although a large bulb near the slender tip prevented it from continuing it's passage inwards. Philip gently pressed it in, leaving only a tiny piece of the robot dangling out on the closing sphincter.

"However, it also means we can control his diet. If we don't want him ingesting anything undesirable, we can easily prevent it from being absorbed into the body and pass it out intact as evidence."

Ajana had to acknowledge the company's ingenuity coupled with Philip's outstanding brilliance to have come up with something so dastardly useful. Just like how the wolf had taken the lives, the ultimate semblance of control, away from his victims, they were slowly taking the control of his body away from him.

"And now, the pièce de résistance."

Philip headed back to the crate, reached in, and grabbed another glass case. This was noticeably smaller and roughly the size of his upper torso, but at least he could manage without the aid of his assistants, who were still feeding lengths of robotic worm into the wolf's muzzle.

Back at the foot of the table, he merely dipped his fingers in and pulled out a similar looking worm, only this one had three segmented bodies merged as one. It's skin was also knobbed and gnarled, not having a single smooth surface on it like the other two. Ajana quickly filled in the blanks, gasping softly before a grin spread across her muzzle, mirroring the chimp's own.

"This beauty comes courtesy of the military division." Philip held it up, gesturing at it like as if it were a proud invention of his. "Maximum agony, maximum control. Originally designed for battlefields, it was eventually shelved because of the law on prisoner rights..."

"Which doesn't apply here," Ajana pointed out.

"Precisely."

The look on Ajana's muzzle was far from innocent.

"Well, then, what are we waiting for?"

* * *

(Six months later.)

"Ajana!"

The fox hopped off the small raft, bent down, and gently hugged Ajana around her neck, to which she made mock choking noises. He playfully swatted her flank, and then stood back up beside her.

"So glad you could make it on short notice," Ajana smiled.

"Of course!" the fox exclaimed. "I wouldn't miss up such a great opportunity as this!"

"Care to introduce me to your friend?"

The fox turned back to the raft, only to see the tiger in a polo tee and jungle shorts hop off a moment later. Unlike many other visitors they once had, he was barefoot, and the sight of the orange paws on the green grass instantly earned Ajana's respect.

"Ah! Yes! Ajana, this is Mr. Charn, one of our primary investors. He's also the owner of a cruise liner and several small investment firms."

The tiger gave a small nod, not reaching forward for a handshake, much like how some previous visitors. Either he was aware of her limitations, he had asked the fox, or the fox had told him in advance about it. Ajana still felt it was a very courteous gesture, and she felt right at home with the other predator.

"I'm here about your small problem," purred the tiger.

"Of course. This way, please."

Ajana took the lead, guiding them through the well-worn paths of the forest as they talked about business. She could hear them talking about the wolf they had captive, and how the fox was describing in detail everything they had done to him. She trusted the fox, and the fox trusted the tiger. Either way, the sooner they had the wolf off the island, the quicker things could go back to normal.

Philip was already waiting at the entrance of the cave for them. After the introductions were done, they made their way to their destination. They eventually ended up in a small room with a small hole in the wall for circulation and light. Bound and gagged to a large X-frame was the wolf, who began squirming at the sight of two new uprights.

"As you can see, the effects of the hormone serum has been quite effective." Philip's professional narration began, stepping in cupping the visibly bigger scrotum that hung naturally in the open air. The string of clear pre-ejaculation that drooled from the tip of the wolf's erection allowed the chimp to move along. "Subject has not ejaculated since the administration of the drug. His attempts to manual stimulate himself have been... futile."

He gestured for the two guests to step forward, showing them the raw, broken penile skin from periods of furious masturbation. The wolf's uncontrollable emissions were also evident on the stone floor, a substantial puddle that the visitors had to step around.

"Speaking of stimulation..." The chimp reached behind the X-frame and produced a remote. "The implants are performing very well. He's maintained his physique despite a slight change in diet. Of course, the other implant is proving to be quite a toy."

Pressing a button, the wolf's hips bucked forward as his erection began to throb visibly. More clear liquid drooled out from the engorged tip of the wolf cock as if it were being forced out by some unseen entity.

"Prostrate milking function keeps him on his toes," Philip explained. "However, it never operates at a frequency enough to generate a proper orgasm. The extensions down into the vas deferens help prevent that, as well as allowing us to administer directly into the testes."

Another press of the remote and the drooling tip began to part, opening up until it was wide enough for the chimp to push a solid capsule that he had pulled out from somewhere in the room. The capsule began to slip out of view and down into the meat of the wolf's erection. The wolf was straining at his bonds, but brute strength was not enough to overcome modern technology.

Philip set the remote aside, but not before resetting the wolf's erection to a more normal-looking state. He gestured to the open corridor, where there was a more space for them to hold discussions.

"I'm impressed!" the fox exclaimed. "I mean, with what you have been able to accomplish? This is truly amazing!"

"I agree," concurred the tiger. "Which is why I would like to formalise an arrangement with all of you right now."

The tiger had his hosts speechless for a few moments, to which he saw as an indication to explain.

"I have a number of wealthy clients interested in your technology. However, as most of this research is illegal in the outside world, I'd like to invest in your little start-up here. Any resource you need is available to your disposal, so long as we get to take the results of our research back with us."

"A... Anything?" Philip stammered, overwhelmed by the sheer thought of his ambitions being brought to life.

"Within reason," the tiger added.

"How about test subjects?" Ajana interjected. "You can't expect to experiment on innocent li-..."

"I can assure you this," Charn held up a hand to politely interrupt the frantic deer. "The test subjects are the scum of the earth. Ex-convicts, rapists..." The tiger turned and looked through the door at the wolf. "Murderers. They are unwanted pieces of trash that do not belong to be a part of society."

Ajana cocked her head, and gave a small grin.

"You're a well-connected tiger, Mr. Charn," she teased

"Considerably," he smiled.

"In that case, may I ask when can we expect the next subject to arrive?"

The tiger reached into a pocket and extracted a folded piece of paper, to which he handed over to Philip.

"Two days from now, one of my ships will be pulling into the harbour. You can expect an individual to be making his way to the island shortly thereafter."

"When would you like the experiments to be completed by?" Philip chimed in.

The tiger stopped just as he turned towards the exit. The grin on his muzzle was undeniably, as was the gleam in his feline eyes.

"I might drop by some time next year. You know... cheap summer tickets at this time of the year."