I'm not a dog | Camden & Derek
The pound was thundering with the sound of braying, dogs gnawing at the chain links and scratching dulled claws at the worn cement. It was insufferable, unrelenting and Derek was losing his fucking mind. The large wolf stalked back and forth in his pin, a rumbling growl beginning to stir up in the depths of his throat as the chaos only seemed to reach a fever pitch as a few families tracked through the main aisle to look at the eager animals. Even with the wolves separated from the mutts by a thick cement wall, the sound still bleed through the thin door and it was deafening. His patience was wearing thin, and finally it snapped entirely. Planting all four heavy paws onto the floor the hair along his neck bristled, the depths of his once beryl gaze exploding into a bright red as he peeled those lips back and r o a r e d.
From his cage Derek could hear the panicked cries of a few of the humans, but beyond that, he heard the obedient silence of the other canines lulling into quiet. They may have been domesticated they had those instincts still deep in their bones. They wouldn't dare to challenge the strength of an Alpha, especially one that was so irritated. Satisfied with the animals finally quiet he turned back to the rickety thing they'd given to him as a bed, stretching out and laying his muzzle between his paws.
Derek wasn't so sure how long he'd laid there, sleeping on and off, but it was interrupted by the sound of the door opening and he sighed. The black wolf didn't even bother to lift his head. There weren't any other wolves in this part of the pound, and whoever was searching for one would be quickly deterred by the staff to avoid choosing him. Volatile, unkempt, Alpha— all things that no one wished to have in the companionship of a wolf. When one of the handlers clanked a hand against the fence he sighed, rolling off the bed to pad toward the front of the fence, obedient enough to sit down and glance back up at the young man peering down at him.