Evaxus groaned and opened his eyes. Greeting him was the embrace of the night, and the many eyes of silver glitter looked down upon him. The only thing that impeded the wolf and the wide world were those rusted iron bars and kept him within the small tarnished cage. Those creations of mankind that barred a wild canine from where it was supposed to be.
The caravan continued trotting slowly on the dusty road. At the sides were endless fields of miscellaneous crops, no longer a vivid green but an eerie grey under nights shroud. The prison that encumbered the wolf was deposited at the end of the carriage, close to the edge for the animal to taste fresh air on its tongue. The wolf stood up. Behind him were the other passengers of the traveling troupe a leopard, its fur tattered and scarred, chained onto a pillar of the caravan; three monkeys (the cage holding them was too small, apparently.); and several humans. There were, in total, around 6 p