Grey ceiling. That's all I can see as I lay on the undersized bed. My feet hanging off. I can't believe I'm in jail. Somehow the police was called when those 2 found me. Which was rude.
Hey, get up.
A stern voice boomed on the other side of the bars. I stood up off the bed, rubbing my wrists from the rope burn. The handcuffs didn't fit. The 'person' who talked to me was a wolf. A grey one to be exact. His stern look faltered a bit when he saw my height. I stood over him by a good foot. That's how it is with most of them. I'm not even that tall too, I'm like 5.10 last time I checked. But that was a few months ago so I might be 5.11 now.
While I was lost in thought, he got into the jail and put some cuffs on me. They looked a bit rusty, must be a old thing they never needed until now. He gripped my arm before pulling me with him. He must of thought I weighed more something because he seemed to use all his weight to pull me. Resulting in both of us flying forward, and It surprised him. I managed to catch myself but He would of fell if it wasn't for his grip on my arm. Once he got his balance back in order, he quickly pulled me through the police station. I could see his ears were pulled back flat against his head... In embrassment? Damn, I've got to learn their emotions, don't I?
He attached the cuffs to the table. Then he left the room in a hurry. Probably to try to get his dignity back up. I sat down on the slightly small chair. It had a completely flat back except for a circle cut out of it... For their tails? That would make sense.
The door opened, I turned towards that direction. A...idk what he is. He has feathers but some parts are scales, he also a maw instead of a beak...he walked towards the opposite chair of the table. To engrossed on the clibbourd then me. Before he sat down tho, he stopped. I could see his head angle a bit. A light huh coming from his maw. He then faced me.