"I stand by my opinion." Connor said grudgingly. "But I guess that we can allow her in." He didn't care too much for the wolf's "touching" speech. [i]Oh no, look at me, blah blah blah, my sister's evil, I'm just following in her footsteps, here's my name so that you can humanize me and more relate to me as a person rather than a construct![/i] Maybe he had been desensitized to people, after going through so much death and horror. But he felt like he had seen a lot of sob stories already, just from the sights alone.

"Better start sleeping. If we stay out here for too long, the bigger things will start coming out to play." He said, looking over the darkened forest. In his experience, darkness was a lot more dangerous than light. A lot more people preferred to hunt by darkness rather than by light, and it made it that much more dangerous to stay out. "I would say that I'd like to take the first watch, but you wouldn't be able to trust me watching over it. By morning, you'd have an empty cage." 

Connor watched as stone walls were erected around the wolf, with a rectangular slit for them to see her and occasionally slip her food. "Good deal." He said, glancing over at the stone box. "So, how long are we going to keep it in there? We can't keep it there forever. It might start rotting and stinking up our base." Connor stared hard at the stone box, as if he could drill holes in it with his eyes. He knew that the wolf was trouble, and he doubted that anything could change his mind on it.

Before he walked back into his corner, he kneeled down by the wolf one more time, looking inside the cage. "One wrong move, wolf. That's all I need." He whispered, his eyes cold. He then got up, and lumbered back into the cavern, resting in his same corner. His eyes quickly closed, and his mind began to fade. He almost thought he could hear her giggle as he fell into a deep, quiet sleep.