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Honi couldn’t have been out long. When he came to, he was being dragged out of the room down the hallway. His eyelids twitched weakly, then sprang open. He was so confused, so shell-shocked, that he didn’t think to offer much resistance initially.
He had very little idea what was happening to him. Honi’s wolf brain processed information differently from his human brain. At some stage, he’d tried to bite his handler on the leg, just so that he’d stop dragging him by the neck. His reward was a thorough whipping, right there on the flagstones.
When the sharp leather connected with his face for the first time, he yelped. The second time, it cut his front legs and drew blood. The sting was immediate, dulling to a throb after a while. Honi tried to dance out of the way as much as the short
