Pack-Hunters Unite!

The door to the lab suddenly opens. Canid nails click across thge floor. Its Fred! "You okay?" he asks, "c'mon we gotta get you out of here". "why bother," you say as you smash open the cage door, "look at me." I'm never going out in public again!" "Going out in public or not, we still have to free all these humans, animal, hybrid, werecreature, thingies".

Fred has had his back to you this whole time, surveying the surroundings, and you use your raptor agility to leap out of the cage. Fred turns around and gasps. You still have your pants and shirt on, though they look like they ripped at the ends, or they're too small for you. You have no shoes or socks, the tattered remains of those hang around your massive sickle claws. You give an Achillobator grin, "don't worry, its still me". Fred gulps, "I hope so".

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