The thing that seemed to stand out the most vividly was the smell. It smelled like wet concrete, dirt and mold in that disgusting prison, a smell that filled Vynir's nose as much as it could through his muzzle. It was dark in that underground concrete prison, and Vynir could hear the sounds of the other animals that had also been locked up there. Two tigers, a lion, a pack of dogs, and two wolves; none of which were in quite the situation that he was in. But, then again, they were just animals, and he was a werewolf. He was more powerful than they were, stronger and more dangerous, though at that time, he didnt feel dangerous at all. He felt angry, scared, uncomfortable, and frustrated.

A few weeks before, Vynir had been out in the woods with his pack, which was usual. Vynir was not your typical vision of a werewolf, who walks on two legs and had human like hands to grab things, with a wolf face. No, he and his pack were different. They changed shape from a human form to a wolf form, yes, but the wolf was not a bipedal wolf like beast. Instead, the wolves were large beasts that walked on four legs, and who looked mostly like wolves, but with a few differences. They were much larger than your average gray wolf, standing at about 45 inches tall at the shoulder, with a proportionally large, muscular, and sleek body. They had large teeth, and thier ears were taller and more slender than a normal wolf. They also had longer muzzles, and thick fur.

On that particular day, Vynir had been laying peacefully in the grass, talking with his brother, and they both were in thier wolf forms, as were the rest of the pack; this was thier usual. That was when chaos erupted. It was somewhat of a fast blur for Vynir, but humans suddenly appeared, exploding through the trees in thier cars and trucks. They began to attack, firing off shots at the wolves, who started to attack the people. A few humans were killed, a few wolves were shot, and Vynir was kidnapped. He was shot with a tranquilizing dart, and then shoved into a crate on the back of the truck.

The next thing he was vaguely aware of was being taken out of the crate inside of the nasty prison he still found himself in. There were several people around him, but he was still too dazed to fight them off. One of them put a thick collar around his neck, and he would find out later that it was actually a device that would render him unable to change form. The tranquilizer was starting to ware off, but it was slow to do so, and he felt as though he had hardly any control of his body, like he was partially paralyzed, and only partially awake.

This allowed the humans to be able to restrain him, as they knew that a powerful werewolf like him would be hard to deal with without restraints of some kind. The first thing they did was muzzle him, and they made sure it was layered, secure, and tight; they were taking no chances of being bitten. First, one man took a long strip of cloth and wrapped it tightly around Vynir's snout, pinning his jaws completely shut. The man tied it in place, pulling the knot as secure as he could. The cloth covered Vynir's entire muzzle almost, going from just under his eyes right up to his nose. Next, another man put on the first muzzle. It was a soft muzzle made from strips of leather, and it secured onto his face with two side straps and a forehead strap, all of which connected to a high sitting collar around his neck. They pulled it onto him, clicking the straps into place, and it smushed right up against the cloth, pressing firmly around his muzzle, and across his lips and nose. Finally, the third man pulled out the second muzzle that they would put on him. This one was an enclosed thick leather muzzle that had just four small holes for air, two on each side on it. It also secured with two side straps and a forehead strap that connected to a collar, just like the first muzzle. They shoved his already tightly secured snout into the second muzzle, having to force it and maneuver it a little because it was so tight. They got it on, and it covered his entire muzzle, pressing right up under his eyes and squishing tightly agaisnt his lips and nose. They laid the straps over the straps of the first muzzle, pulling them tight and clicking them in place.

Vynir was only partially aware of what was happening, and would think for a second of fighting, but then the thought would fade from his dazed mind. Next, they tied up his legs. First were his front legs. They tied them tightly together with strong ropes, one sitting on top the other. They tied both paws together, then tightly wrapped the rope halfway up both legs, squishing them tightly together. Then, they did the same with his back legs, tieing them up just as tight with the strong ropes. Finally, they got one more rope and tied it tight around his already bound front legs. Then, they folded his front legs against his chest and used the rope to tied them in place, wrapping it around his chest and his legs several times. This pinned them tightly against his chest and rendered them even more unusable. The rope was pulled as tight as possible, locking them into place. Finally, once they felt satisfied, they left the small cage, locking the door behind them.

For a few more minutes, Vynir was still dazed, but as it slowly wore off, he became fully aware of his situation. He began to thrash and tug at the ropes, but he was unable to move much. He could not separate his back legs, and he could not pull his front legs away from his chest. He rolled and thrashed and kicked out his bound back legs, but it was no use. The muzzle was impossible to remove as well, and the thick layers made it hard to breath. The cloth was so far up on his nose that it partially covered it, and the two muzzles were so tight that they pushed against his nose so much that he had to make a real effort to force air in and out of his nose. He tried to open his mouth even just a little bit, but he didnt even have a millimeter of space. His jaws were completely and tightly pinned shut under the layers.

Angry and uncomfortable, he tried to call out.
"Hmmmmm!" He tried to yell through the muzzle. "Hmmmm! MMMMMMPH!!"

It was no use though, he couldnt get any words out, not that the humans would listen anyway. He thrashed and tugged at the ropes more, and rubbed his bound up face on the ground, trying desperately to somehow slip the muzzle off of him. He rolled around more, kicking his legs.

"MMMHMMMMMMPH! MMM-HMMMMM!"

His cries were little more than muffled grunts through the thick layers around his snout. After more than half an hour of straining and pulling, he finally stopped and just lay on his side, forcing what little air he could in and out of his nose. That was when he first noticed that aweful wet and moldy smell.

He soon found out what the other animals were there for. This was an illegal fighting ring, and he was often pitted against different animals, or multiple animals at once. He always knew when he would have to fight, because they would tranquilize him, then untie him and take off his muzzle. Then he would fight, and he always came out triumphant. Then, they would tranquilize him and again and he would be tied up again. Once a day, a group of people would come in, hold him down, take off the muzzle, and let him have food and water, and them it would all be shoved right back on while he was held down and sat on, all while still tightly tied up.

It had been three weeks, and he couldnt help but think about it all. He had been tied up and muzzled for hours at that point, and knew he would stay that way until the next day. Every now and then, he would try and pull at the ropes, hoping that somehow they had left a knot lose that he could get undone, but it was just a dream. They were as tight and restricting as ever, and so was the muzzle, which they continued to put all three layers on, as if one wouldnt have been enough. The cloth may have been the worst part, as it had been wrapped several times around and pulled the tightest of it all, and it always slipped up to be partially over his nose. The next worst had to be the enclosed muzzle, as it made it so much harder to breath. His breathing was labored as he forced air in and out if his smashed nose. Every now and again he'd muffle info the muzzle, trying to get words out, though he knew it was impossible.

"Mm... mm-hmm... m-mmmhmph..."

He hated that they had to tie him in such an uncomfortable position, and so tight. The ropes around his chest were begining to feel suffocating, like a constrictor. He tried laying in different ways to hopefully relieve some pressure, but it was useless. He sighed in frustration.

"Hmmm-mmmmmph... Mmmmmmm!"

His muffles of course went unheard, and he tugged at the ropes again, wondering how long he would have to stay here.