Mumbled voices assaulted his ears as the drugged wolf laid unconscious in his plastic prison. More blurred images blotched his mind as his human captors drove their vehicle. The rocky roads and sharp turns they were taking didn't help keep One Eye asleep. As time wore on, the drugs injected into him wore off. With a snarl he sprung up onto all fours and was re-introduced to the crates ceiling. With a yelp of surprise he cursed, "Damn it." The open topped jeep hit a a large pothole and immediately the old wolf lost his balance. Crisscrossing his front legs he remained upright for a whole three seconds, before being tossed to the side and collapsing. A grunt of pain escapes his mouth as his old bones are smashed against the walls. He got the message loud and clear, no standing while this thing's moving. All this constant movement wasn't helping the aged lupus' stomach either. Within a few minutes of watching the world around him fly by at unnatural speed he was starting to feel ill. It was almost as bad as the time he scavenged an old bear kill. He felt his stomach twist and try to force its contents up and out of One Eye's mouth. Quietly cursing between his coughing gags he was completely unaware of what was about to happen.
The humans were driving too hard and too fast. The driver failed to notice the sharp turn road sign just ahead of him. With a loud screech the human stomps on his brakes and turns the wheel hard to the left to avoid turning the lab's vehicle into a scrapheap. But in doing so he unintentionally sent the cage holding his valuable specimen hurdling through the air. One Eye's face went from sickly to surprised, "Uh oh!" The cage did a full 360 degree turn in the air before thrashing into the ground. The rigid built wolf was then turned into a rag doll. Tossing and turning as his container rolls down the hill and away from the road, and the humans. His right eye saw flashes of sky, earth, trees and rocks as he tumbled down. Then, after what felt like an eternity, his salvation came. In a shape of a very thick and very old tree stump. With a sound like a thunder bolt the cage shatters but One Eye is sent once again into the air. With three descending bounces his body comes to a stop. He laid there silent and motionless as a corpse.
A few seconds go by and the quiet air is interrupted by loud coughing. Each breath was labored, his whole body was swore and worst of all...he had to heave. Rolling over, he quickly arches his neck and clinches his eyes shut and lets his breakfast come back out with a gut wrenching noise. Once the ordeal was over he laid his back down on his side. "I'm getting... too old... for this," he whispered to himself as his eye started to watch the sky rolling by. With a couple blinks he brought him a terrible fact, the humans were still out there. With a groan he forces his shaky front legs to sit himself upright. His right rear leg hurt more than the others. Bringing his face closer he saw that it looked swollen. The wolf's heart sank, what if its broken? He tired to put some weight on it and all he got was a shot of pain. Laying back down he licked at his injury gingerly then looked back towards the road and was relieved to only see the smashed cage. Maybe the humans haven't noticed him missing? Whatever the circumstance he couldn't stay here for long.