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Waking up one day and realising that you used to be human is a little fucked up. Realising that you're a pup now, makes everything feel like a big cosmic cock up. Being brought into a six-litter family who are all covered in blood and placenta, then spending several months getting covered in piss and shit because your brothers and sisters aren't potty trained? Traumatic.
Alright, maybe Ares is being a little dramatic. Being a pup wasn't all that bad. You get to run through the woods all day, eat whatever you want—no need to pay taxes! Okay, maybe she was liking it too much, but being a pup was so much easier than being a human.
Ah. But then she grew into a big wolf. We're talking like Saint Bernard but bigger. Well, in short, the dog family recognized her a threat and abandoned her. That was fine; Ares was familiar with being independent and taking care of herself. She knew how to hunt, protect, and attack for herself, she could survive.
Well...except the bear traps. Old, rusty, possibly—most definitely, tetanus bear traps. So yeah. Now she's trapped her good leg in an iron claw with no way to get out. Perhaps now would be a great time to have fingers.
‘Fucking life.’ She grumbled at the thought. She tried to ignore the pain and bit back her whimpers.
She hears someone approach from behind. Her ears perk up and she abruptly turns, causing her leg to get more agitated. She gives a surprised whimper, followed by a warning growl.
“It's alright,” said the man approaching, “I'm not gonna hurt you. I just want to get that thing off your leg.” He said. Ares barked. ‘Did he seriously think that would work?’
“I'm the Doctor, I'm here to help,” the man turned his hands out, “Look, I got nothing on me. I'm just going to release you.”
Ares gave him a half-whimper-half-bark. ‘For future reference, this is not how you coax a dog into trusting you.’ If she wasn’t in so much pain, she would've rolled her eyes. She almost attempted to anyway.
She contemplated whether or not to trust the man. On one hand, she could finally get this fucking thing off her leg. But on the other hand, if this man turns out to be less than trustworthy, she could die, or worse...mounted headpiece. Ah. But then, if she stays here trapped, tetanus will get her first, then she'll be dead anyway. ‘If he's bad, I'll just bite his ears off. Don't think I can run fast right now, but if he's injured, I could probably get away and hide.’
Ares huffed. She pretends to be distracted as the man tries to stalk closer to her. As he gets nearer, she could see that she could definitely overpower this man if he tries anything funny.
“There, there. I got you.” the man said, as he's caught her foot between his legs. He pulls a tool from his jacket and points it at the bear trap. It makes a whirring noise, and the pressure releases from her leg. She howls in pain.
“I got it. I got it.” The man said. Then there was liquid being poured on her leg, which she assumes was an antiseptic or something. She feels her leg being wrapped in a bandage and a splint. She wonders where the man got all these supplies.
“See? All done,” he says, rubbing her back, “There's a good girl.” She barks. Once he releases her, she takes cautionary step a good feet away from him before checking her wrapped wound. ‘Ah. So, not a completely buffoon of a man then. Good job.'
Ares sent a criticising look the man's way, huffed, then tipped her head slightly downwards as if to convey her thanks. She, pathetically, limps away from the scene of the crime, presumably to look for food.