Wait a second.. he was gonna cut his bed, so where the fuck was he gonna sleep? The Master just hoped the guy didn't cut too deep so at least he could turn the bed over and use the other side. WAIT, what the fuck was he thinking? HE COULD DIE tomorrow, slash could, he WILL DIE tomorrow. For all his training on fighting the wolves and besting humans he never learned to fight wolfpeople. He had to get the hell out of here ASAP. And as an answer from the heavens he got notified that he had a visitor. Wherever he would be taken would be a lot better then an independent prison. Independent prison...

He proceeded to follow the dark guy to meet the visitor. This could be his only chance of getting outta here. He had to play his cards right, which he didn't have any but at least he had to pretend to have cards. 

Noticing the wolf watching him angrily, he gave him a long .I. with his middle finger.