stuck in the playpen

Kaizen was frustrated, bordering on upset, really. After the incident with the hunting dogs, he'd been essentially grounded, forbade for even stepping a single paw outside the Maze. He sort of understood why Hattori had been so furious-not in that raging shouting sort of way, just a coldness like Kaizen had been shoved head first under freezing water. The rules were set in place for a reason and if one of his other siblings had tried the same thing he would have happily scoffed and told them so.

He just felt...stupid, in hindsight he couldn't even work out why he'd thought it was a good idea.

Pacing back and forth in the communal area, a neat little grove near the centre of the maze, he knew full well he was being watched. One of his Father's companions had been tasked with ensuring he didn't wander off again, that they'd been given approval to use force if need be. Not that Kaizen thought it would ever come to that. His expression was taut, brows furrowed in a very Hattori manner, but his tail found itself curled between his hind legs. Too damn emotive.


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