The wolf appeared in front of Morrigan's cell again. This time it walked right up to the bars and laid down, resting it's head on it's paws. The engine was making a soft humming sound now, they were a good ways out over the water. The wolf's ears flicked every so often and it's breathing was slow, it's eyes traveled the room over and over looking out for something. Whatever it was looking for was a mystery.
“I go’ this arm stuck in a wheat shredder once.” Morrigan said, her eyes not leaving her arm. “Turned on while I was tryna fix one o’ the blades. The machine tried t’ keep goin’ after the blades had all broken on the metal, an’ it wouldn’ let go. My best friend had to shit it off and practically tear the machine apart t’ get my arm out. Nothin’ but scratched. Guess that’s one good thing ‘bout having your arm ripped from your shoulder, huh? Ya can a prosthetic that’ll withstand some o’ the scariest farm equipment.”
The wolf's ear flicked back to indicate it was listening to what Morrigan was saying, but it didn't move. Something make a clanking sound across the room and the wolf shifted it's focus to that. Slowly getting to it's feet, and looking around. Something else made a clanking sound.
“Scared the shit outta Gage though. Never seen a guy that big look tha’ pale.” Morrigan’s eyes lifted at the sound of the clanking, but she stayed as relaxed as she had been. A facade for sure, but it tricked anyone who saw her.
A low growl sounded from the wolf's throat as it stood. The fur on the back of it's neck starting to lift and spike. Then the door across the room opened and an officer came in yelling at someone else for having fallen asleep on the job or something. The wolf disappeared in an instant.
Morrigan rolled her eyes, keeping an ear on her surroundings and the yelling going on as she stood. Shifting her feet to balance herself, she kicked one leg up, holding onto her toes and holding the pose. She was bored and trying not to get lost in her head, so stretching was the best she could do. Though, she was curious about the clanking. Had that just been the guard coming down the hall? Or was it something completely different?
An officer walked to Morrigan's cell and began unlocking the door. "We're moving you to a different cell, come on," the man said as he opened the door. Something was off with them though, they seemed almost giddy, and tense. And they were alone.
Morrigan looked up from the ground, dropping her leg and lifting the other nonchalantly. She didn’t like this guy, though it didn’t show much on her face, as she kept her casual and uncaring facade. “Oh? Ain’ Galver and Marius s’posed t’ be next shift? Remember Ramirez talkin’ bout how lucky he was t’ get sleep t’night.”
"They won't be joining us tonight, and unfortunately, you won't be joining us tomorrow," a knife appeared in the man's hand and he grabbed her arm. The blade was held to her throat and he pulled her out of the cell. By the door Galver could be seen on the ground.
Morrigan let out a long-suffering sigh, like this was all somehow more of an inconvenience than anything to be worried about. She was kind of curious to see what this guy's plan was, too. "Mind shiftin' your grip t' my metal arm? I bruise easy, ya know, an' I'd rather my corpse wa'n't covered in ugly purple splotches when it's found."
"Don't try to be funny Scarlet, I know what you've done," the blade pressed closer to her throat, barely brushing the skin there. "You're gonna pay for it now."
“Bud, pal, bro, I’ve done a lotta things. If ya wan’ me t’ get what this is, you’re gonna hafta be specific.” Morrigan drawled, rolling her eyes. Take stock of your advantages and disadvantages, just in case.
"I said don't try to be funny," the man was quivering, and he didn't seem to be all there. "You know what you've done, and now you must pay for it."
"Trus' me, if I was tryna be funny, ya'd be rollin' on the floor laughin'." Morrigan said, bobbing her head side to side along to some tune. "Now, imma ask ya one more time, super nice'n all. Pretty pretty please, let go o' my arm. Or I'm gonna break your nose."
"I won't listen to anything you have to say, I-I…" the man trailed off and stared looking around. A growling sound started echoing through the room. The man let go of Morrigan's arm and took a few steps back when he looked at something above them. Something suddenly dropped down on top of the man, causing him to scream in panic and both the shape and the man disappeared into the shadows. The man's screams and cries echoed the room accompanied by snarls and growls. Then it got silent again.
Morrigan blinked a few times, after flinching as the man was drug into the shadows. She bent at the knees, pulling a small knife from her boot and straightening as she took a hesitant step towards the sounds as they died out. "What the fuck." She muttered, shaking her head slightly.
The wolf's shape slowly came into view standing over a heap of some kind. Blood dripped from it's jaws, and it's eye's were glinting slightly when it turned to look at Morrigan. It growled slightly at her then began backing up a little. There was a limp in it's walk, as it moved away.
"Oh." Morrigan's voice was soft, shocked, but soft still. She glanced around quickly before holding up her hands, the knife dangling loosely in her hand. "Hey, wait, please? You're hurt. I got that first aid kit ya brought me? Let me fix ya up, please?" Despite the slightly terrifying visual of blood dripping from the wolf's maw, the limp tapped into that buried strain of hero-like tendencies and general wanting to help others. It wasn't too often, but animals especially brought it out.
The wolf stopped, seeming to understand what she was saying. Then it limped around Morrigan back into the light where she could clearly see it again. Then it sat down and waited for her to move again. It's black fur ruffled slightly, and it's light blue eyes following her every move.
"Here." Morrigan plopped down on the ground, crossing her legs and digging around inside her hoodie. She pulled the first aid kit from one of her inside pockets, incredibly glad it had fit and didn't look odd when in the pocket. "C'mere? Show me where."
The wolf stayed where it was for a moment. Then it slowly got to it's feet and limped over to her. Because she was sitting, and it was standing. It stood a good two feet above her. It's massive size showing as it sat down and then laid down, blood was oozing from a wound just between it's front right leg and it's chest. The wolf didn't move from where it laid down, but it's eyes still followed every move Morrigan made.
"Fucker. No wonder yer limpin', with a wound as nasty as that." Morrigan muttered, opening the kit and searching through it for things she could use. "It alright if I clean it? It'll hurt like a bitch, but it'll be worth it." It struck her, how odd it was to talk to a wolf as though it could understand her. But it had, hadn't it? It had always seemed to understand what she was saying.
The wolf didn't move, and only looked at her. It then tipped it's head slightly, looked down at the kit, and bent it's head. Gently nudging something in her kit. It was a cloth rapped around a small bottle of water. Then the wolf pulled it's head back again and looked at her.
“Still gonna sting, man.” Morrigan warned, pulling out the bottle. Carefully, she unwrapped and uncapped it, dampening the cloth. “Jus’ lemme know if I’m pressin’ too hard or somethin’.” She said, before setting to work cleaning the wound.
The wolf patiently waited for her to finish cleaning the wound, not moving, and only growling out of pain once. Once she was done cleaning the wound it bent it's head again, this time gently touching it's nose to her metal arm. Either from curiosity or from worry that something was wrong with her arm.