The schedule is routine now, and he sighs as one of the humans opens the door to his cell. He doesn't open his eyes, though. He's exhausted from the experiments yesterday and he doesn't really feel like moving. He winces as the last of his ribs fuses back together with a

click

. He'd been waiting

hours

for that to finish healing.

It's the bigger human this time, he realizes as he scents the air, and it's dragging in a goat. Goat isn't his favorite, but after so many years of starving, he's not about to get picky. The human lets the carcass drop with a huff, and shuffles around some more doing who-knows-what.