"You'd better keep on running, you bastard!"
A wolf with fur the colour of rust sprinted away from a very angry young hunter with a stolen rabbit in his mouth, his mouth curved in such a way that it would have most definitely been a smile had he been human. His long, black-socked legs carried him far away from the man and soon to a part of the forest where he could eat in peace. The food did him good; he hadn't eaten in a while. Perhaps he would get some more later. After he had finished up, he looked around himself and stretched. Ah. Well, a nice meal.
Previous to this, the wolf, Connor, had been having a rough few last weeks. In the area in which he traveled now, there were lots of traps; it must be some sort of hunting season. This did him well, as he was able to snatch a few bites to eat, but some had been close calls. He had run out of money as a human yet again; when that happened, until he gained the opportunity to gain something great, he had little choice but to live as a wolf. It wasn't so bad, and he didn't mind. However, there were a number of things he always grew to miss about living as a human. It was always interesting to have chats with people, and being a naturally social man, it was fun as well. No need was there to say that he couldn't enjoy that very well as a wolf. Foreign packs were always...prickly at best.
With a shake of his head he trotted off, making his way to a small clearing. There was his horse, tied up to a tree. The animal snorted at him, backing away and making it clear that it wasn't very pleased with Connor's presence at the time. Connor only gave it a glance before he looked around himself and spotted something unexpected; another meal! This time, it was a bird of some sort. The wolf quickly dashed over to what he suspected to be another unfortunate victim of the traps and seized the fowl in his mouth, only to hear a small click behind him. It was at that moment that he became aware that there was something surrounding him. What was this? Pawing at the ground beneath him, through the leaves there was the floor of a cage revealed. As he looked around himself, only able to turn his head side to side, he realized that he was completely enclosed. With a soft growl he attempted to back up out of the cage, but couldn't push the door open with his rump and wasn't able to turn around to try at it with his teeth. After a bit more rustling around, he gave up and lay on the floor of the disguised cage, barely able to fit. It was obviously not for an animal as large as himself, and it was very uncomfortable.
As Connor sat there, he looked to the sky and thought, 'I'll find a way out. Somehow.'