"Can't... control my... shift." Zell struggled with the words, the large canines always made it hard to speak, but the werecheetah was doing his best not to fully shift. He knew he would lose complete control until morning and he didn't want to hurt anyone, he didn't want to hurt Seifer.
Half shifted, he leaned on Seifer as the human helped him off of the ground. "Cage. Basement." Zell was sweating, panting, and in pain as he stopped himself from shifting all the way. "Hurry. Please." Zell didn't care what Seifer thought of him in that moment, he knew he wouldn't be able to make it on his own and right now his priority was getting locked up.