I blinked open my eyes. The walls were a murky brown, and the floor was a dirty gray. I looked around. The only way out was a door. But, the door was an iron barred cell door. I continued to study my surroundings. Their was a dirty bed on the ground, and- oh really? Two dog bowls and newspaper. NEWSPAPER. I already guessed I was captured by the Predator Prey, but seriously? I'm a black wolf, not some little fluffy lapdog. I saw Farshar walk outside the cage. I growled.

"Growling won't help." He said. I turned away and sat. "That won't help either," I ignored him. "You haven't eaten since you regained consciousness." I walked over to the dog bowls and smacked them with my paw. The kibble spilled and the water did too, making them soggy. "Ok, then. I have a preposition for you," I turned my back towards him again. "If you join us, then we will give you back everything you have lost,"

"Oh so you can bring wolves back from the dead?" I growled sarcastically.

"I can't do anything about that. What I mean is rename your continent back to its original name, and give you back the homes you have lost."

"I don't negotiate with murderers." I said promptly. Farshar looked at me.

"Well then I guess you will have to stay here." He said. I don't care. I will rot in here if need be. But whatever the Predator Prey offers me, I will refuse.