"She's right this way." The Integration Officer, a middle-aged foxgirl, leads you down the hall and shows you a large kennel, large enough to stand upright in, labeled L-053 - "Lang". "We just don't know what to do. She keeps biting, refuses to learn English or answer to her name, keeps marking her territory..." She sighs. "She 'asserted her dominance' on the last trainer we tried. So now we keep her in chastity." Inside the kennel is a wolfgirl, apparently named Lang, completely nude save for a muzzle over her mouth, a cage on her cock, and a collar around her neck. She stands up on two legs and looks you in the eyes. "Grrrr..." She growls before breaking into a "WOOF WOOF! AWOOOOOO! AWOOOOOO!" She grabs the bars of her kennel with her hands and barks, her muzzle clanging on the bars as she tries to chew them. "You're the best we've got. If you can't domesticate her, we'll have to send her back into the forest, or..." The foxgirl gulps, not wanting to say it. Nobody likes the idea of putting kemono down, least of all other kemono. She hands you a key ring. "H-here's the ring to her kennel, collar, cage, and muzzle. Good luck." She gives a bow and exits, leaving you alone with the problem puppy. Lang's yellow eyes stare you down. Unblinking. Assessing you. Sizing you up in the hierarchy, and possibly the food chain.