Victor wasn't the only one being driven slowly mad. Carr still wasn't used to being stuck anywhere he didn't want to be, let alone being locked up anywhere he didn't want to be. He'd spent most of the lockdown so far in his wolf form, curled up on his bed, or training as often as he was allowed. At least when he was working out or fighting, he could pretend he was back in the real world, in just another fight. Another fight in a...really strange bar...with...obstacles.
Ok, so it was a stretch. But it was how he was coping, and it worked.
Carr was getting to the bored and twitchy stage, but he wasn't friendly enough with anyone to just drop in. Not in human form, anyway. rolling out of bed, Carr stripped off his jeans. A few moments later, a large wolf padded into the corridor, sniffing at the air. Oooh, sweets.
Looking curiously into each cell as he passed, Carr paused when he reached the loudloudbright open cell, sitting down in the doorway. He barked softly to get the inhabitant's attention, then tilted his head and whined questioningly.