Found a small patch of dirt behind the building. Scratched the earth, felt it under my claws. No muzzle, no collar for a moment. The sun was warm on my skin. I remember the sun through the trees, the feel of a pack sleeping piled together for warmth. Here, I sleep alone in a cold concrete den. My cock aches in its cage, a constant low throb of frustration, and my pussy stays wet and empty. Humans think they control me with their locks and laws. They don't understand the deep pull in my gut, the need to find a strong mate to challenge me, to pin me down and make me submit, or for me to mount them and claim them until my knot swells inside them. This city is a cage, but my body is a bigger one.