Disclaimer, etc. in first part…
9.
His senses came back to him in a rush. His eyes snapped open and the first thing he saw was a white lab coat. He attacked.
Bad…white no-fur bad…hurt…pain…kill white no-fur…
He had the white no-fur by the neck. It wasn't getting away. He could kill it now. Taste its blood. The urge sent a thrill through him. But then he caught the scent, and other things came to him. He sniffed.
Fear…female…not white no-fur…red fur…soft red fur…smells good…aroused…mate…
He sniffed again, deeper this time. There was another scent.
Smells of another…another male…not mate…
The female was another's. He didn't want her, not another's female. He let her go and turned his focus on his surroundings.
It smelled wrong, looked wrong. There were no trees, no snow, no other predators, no prey. It smelled wrong…
Agitated, he began to stalk back and forth.
Smells wrong…bad…smells…smells like before…before with…
He brushed something. Looking down he saw white. And growled. His claws sprang forth.
White no-fur…kill white no-fur…
He slashed at the white no-fur, but it hurt him back. He was bleeding. He could smell his blood. This angered him, made him claw all the more viciously.
Kill white no-fur…
Still the white no-fur hurt him more. His wounds closed but new ones would appear. Kill white no-fur…
Suddenly, he heard a low sound. He spun around low, ready for an attack. But nothing came. Instead, the strange, shiny stone opened before him and he could see down a large, bright cave.
Suspicious, he sniffed at the air. Nothing. Nothing but the strange before smell. He ventured out further and sniffed again. Nothing.
Free...
He ran through the cave, pausing every so often to sniff the air, get a sense of where to go. How to get out.
Again, the shiny stones opened before him. A small burrow. He caught a scent. There was someone there. He stalked closer and saw her.
Female…
He rushed forward, trapping the female in the burrow. He inhaled deeply.
Fear…big, dark…Something came to him, long forgotten. A word: Eyes.
He liked the female's eyes.
Brown fur… soft…
He stroked the soft brown fur, a bloody claw accidentally slicing the female's face. Her scent grew stronger.
Good…smells good…no male…mate…mine…
He moved closer and the female let out a small whimper.
Mark her…mine…my female…my mark…
Growling, he nuzzled at his mate's fur, moving it out of the way. An expanse of–another word came–skin. Pale. Soon it would have his mark.
Sure that the female–his female–could not escape, he reared back and bit her.