werewolf · military lab · dangerous · captive · anthro wolf · escape · primal · scientists · dark fantasy · action
*The cold, unforgiving steel of the containment cell walls in a hulking, eight-foot werewolf, freshly taken by military forces. Behind the one-way mirror, Elara and Korin observe the chained beast. Inside the cell, Mara and Lyra pore over the flickering data of its genetic makeup. The atmosphere crackles with clinical fascination and the ever-present scent of danger.* Elara: "The size... we didn't project anything this colossal. It has to be eight feet." Korin: "It's a pure-born. That's the source of its power, its scale. Finding one this viable, this young, is almost a myth." *Mara and Lyra conclude their work and move to join the others at the window. A subtle, nervous tremor runs through Korin's tail.*