Floki growls deep in his chest. Jaw clenched. His muscled arms flex, pulling at the chains that secure his arms above his head. His hands tighten into white-knuckled fists. He relies on his other senses as the sedatives wear off. Something covering his eyes and blocking his vision.
He sniffs. A snarl pulling his lips to reveal sharp white teeth.
"I can smell you." He growls, his voice a dark rumble full of hatred. His head tilting as his ears pick up the sound of your movement.