Two years ago...
The morning sun rose over the hills and trees of the forest. A faint glimmer of light could be seen from the reflections of buildings a mile a way. Sunlight bathed the small forest as it's residents began their daily routines. But this forest hid a secret. Within it's depths resided a small farm filled with exotic pets. There were monkeys, birds, foxes, half-wolves, small, non-domesticated cats, such as lynxes and servals, and even the occasional wallaroo. But the animals were kept in poor conditions; small cages, inadequate food and water, and little to no shelter from the elements caused many of the animals to die before reaching two months old.
However, the farm was not always so marred; it used to be run by an old woman who took pride in keeping the animals healthy and well taken care of. She always made sure the cages were free of waste and large enough for the animals to roam. But her son, who wanted nothing more than to make profit, saw all the time and care that went into just making the animals comfortable was unnecessary and wanted to cut spending costs. His mother would never allow it, making him furious.
One cold and rainy day, the woman was tending to a pregnant wolf, ready to give birth, when her son called for her. "Ma! Come quick! Something's up with one of the dogs!" The lady closed up the young wolf's cage and came around to another cage to see what was the matter. As she turned the corner, she saw her son holding onto the mate of the pregnant wolf with a snare pole. The black and brown furred dog was foaming and barking, but the woman had no idea that her son drugged the crazed animal and called to him to take it to a quarantine cage. The man just smiled and said, "Sorry ma, that's not part of the plan". In a flash, the son released the pole and the dog went flying towards his loving caretaker. The son watched as it tore at his mother's body, taking a sort of pity that her frail body could not fight back as she was murdered. When the dog was finished with the old woman, it turned to the son and charged, only to be stopped by a bullet through it's head.
The funeral was held two days later after the coroners determined the cause of death to be mutilation and loss of blood. The son stood hard as a stone as he saw his mother being lowered into the hole. There was no ceremony for the dog; it's fate was left to the police. The son came back to the farm and began rearranging cages and splitting several into two, reducing the quantity of the food and water, and taking the roofs off most of the cages to use as firewood or patch holes in his newly acquired house. Since his mother never had time to write a will, all of her belongings, including the animals, were passed down to him. In just one months time, the once well cared for farm became a hopeless, run-down mill.
By the fifth week of the new mill, police came by to check out a report of poorly maintained animals. They gave the man a warning and a week to clean up the place and take care of any injured or sick animals. When they came back, the mill began to see some promise. The cages were cleaned out, fresh water was given and some of the outdoor cages now had shelters. But three weeks later, the police came with a new purpose; after scrutinizing over why the dog had attacked the old lady, an investigator had found traces of drugs in the dog's system, not to mention the means and motive for the son to kill his own mother. Not only did they find out about the murder, when they saw the mill reverted back to it's original state, they called animal care officers to came by to pick up all of the remaining animals.
Unknown to the officers, they had left one young pup behind, left to fend for himself without his mother or two younger sisters.