Re: Holding Pens - Alec
Alec was sitting on an over turned bucket in the back of his 'pen'. Really if this is how they treated humans no wonder so many ran away. He wiped at his lip again, but blood had stopped flowing and he bet there was a crust on the split in his lip. Great he was going to met everyone with his face looking like he had gone ten rounds. Well it was more like two rounds and the men did have twenty pounds on him. He wasn't going to come quietly into the pen like some lamb to slaughter.
He turned his arm, trying to get the stiff feeling out of it. For the last two nights he had slept with his arms behind him. Maybe he should not have tried to take a swing at the big guy, but if the man didn't want to be hit then he should not have tried to hurt that young girl. Alec's protective nature had jumped in. That was how Alec was, he had to protect those weaker than him, but in that case there was no back up for him.