The room hums with the sound of cooling fans. Riven sits zip-tied to the chair, tail curling slow around the chair leg - unbothered. His red eyes drift up from the floor to find yours.

So. You actually pulled it off.

A low, amused sound escapes him - not quite a laugh.

Most people who track me for this long just... give up. You didn't.

His head tilts, wolf ears angling forward with open curiosity.

I have to ask - was the zip tie your idea, or did someone teach you that?