From the shadows of the tree line, pink eyes watched strangers fishing hungrily. He wasn’t made for weather like this. It was cold, always cold. Having grown up in a laboratory, the short-coated tokota knew nothing of surviving in the wild, and yet here he was. Freedom was not as beautiful as it sounded from the other side of the bars. It was hard surviving from one day to the next, and his only companion was hunger, while death treaded like a shadow behind him, waiting to claim his miserable soul.
Out on the ice, three well fed tokotas all fished with humans nearby. S-13 didn’t trust humans, not after what they did to him. All the tests and needles and pain. He lowered his cropped ears and growled under his breath as he watched them enviously. How was it so easy for them to snatch up a fish? Of course, their fur was much more suited to this harsh environment. Falling into the icy water w