As the Marine officer in charge of the South Blue’s 35th Branch Base left the prison sections, there was a slight stir from some of the other cells in this block, each containing a single prisoner, whom had been roused awake in the evening, the last vestiges of sunlight filtering through the west facing windows. As they rolled over to go back to rest, or readjusted their lounging positions, it became quiet once again.

After a short while, the newest arrival, having just been chucked into his cell, sat leaning against his bars opposite of Wolfbane, his back facing her. Even from that position, it could be seen that he had shaggy, mid length orange hair covering the back of his head. He also seemed quite large, looking to be about eight feet tall when taking into account his legs, bent upward, the ankles shackled to his wrists.

As things became quiet, he stood, showing off his height in full, his shackles clattering as they bounced against the ground. Peeking over his shoulder at Wolfbane, a blue eye could be seen poking through his hair as he mused, “Man, they certainly haven’t been easy on you. What’re you in for?”