Pilot followed Goode without question, but silently worried what awaited him. Different was almost never good, as he had learned. His strides were long and mechanical as he followed the doctor. It didn't take too long to reach their destination. Pilot stood in front of the door, back straight and at attention. The moment the door was cracked, he knew what was inside. He could smell the canine smell, the urine, the filth. His face remained blank as he strode into the room as ordered. 

The wolf, agitated and hungry, snarled at him. Pilot stood by the door as it was quickly closed, watching the creature with an expression of disinterest. The wolf gave another growl when he didn't budge, then charged at him. A feral snarl tore through the air as the creature lunged. 

In those few seconds, Pilot assessed the situation: no weapons, no armor, no witnesses. His solution was clear. Another, louder snarl erupted from his own throat as he began to shift. His arms elongated, his body growing fur and his bones reforming. It took about a second, and a second was about all he had. Pilot lunged to meet the wolf halfway, his clawed hands slashing through the air and striking the creature down. The wolf let out a yelp as it slid across the floor, a bloody cut across its shoulder. Pilot held himself high as he approached, a menacing growl coming from his mouth full of fangs. He hadn't been ordered to kill the wolf, which gave free rein to his instincts: prove himself the alpha. 

His hackles raised, his tail held in the air as a sign of dominance. The wolf was having none of it. It took the challenge and came at him head on. Pilot dodged to the side and wrapped his jaws around the creature's neck, forcing it down to the ground as it yelped and cried for mercy. Pilot let out another snarl and held it there until the wolf finally stopped fighting. He then let it go, allowing it to pull itself up to its feet and slink back to the corner of the room, tail tucked. It wouldn't try to attack again, if it knew what was good for it.

Pilot shifted back. He was so sure of himself that he turned his back to the wolf and waited expectantly for the door to open.