While you are still enjoying the feeling of warm air passing through your nostrils and your bushy tail swishing behind you, you hear someone shout "okay, drop!" after which a swishing sound follows for a second and a steel barred cage drops down around you. You roar in anger at your sudden capture and claw at the bars, but to no avail; they won't move an inch. "Sorry", the girl who accompanied you says, "but this is the only way we'll remain safe from you while getting some of your fur." Despite your form, you manage to give her a puzzled look as if she just said something completely strange. "You know, to permanently cure your lycanthropy. Your mind is probably too busy right now to remember that, though." One of the girls nervously moves her hand through the grate with a pair of scissors, to take a piece of your fur. You don't know what to think: one part of your mind is happy to be resolved of this, while the other part refuses to give up this power...