Yelp
The whip lashed across his back, ripped the wolf's flesh through his fur.
He didn't know why. He had done nothing.
Yelp again. Blood trickles down the wolf's flanks.
Whimper, the wolf lays on his belly and buries his face in his claws, he doesn't dare bite the hand that hurts him.
He stands and limps away in pain. He doesn't look back.