Although it might've been a surprise to some, Arvid did know a thing or two about injuries. It was difficult for him not to, considering he had spent the majority of his life before the Coalition just... running. Being dragged around from place to place, trying to bolt away from experimentation and poking and everything else that had been such a goddamn nightmare. His running had led to quite a few bad injuries, some of which probably would have been fatal if they had gotten infected. So, while he did have to attribute a small amount of his scientific interests to the labs he had spent a solid chunk of his life in, he still never wanted to thank them for what they had done. Without them, he never would've had to wheeze and wait and pray that he wouldn't die from whatever injuries he had sustained, trying to scrabble out of awful metal jungles or slamming himself into solid glass. All in the pursuit of an escape. Of freedom.

Needless to say, captivity was a sore subject for Arvid, although the dire wolf felt little remorse in the Coalition's keeping of prisoners, or his own captures. No, instead, he merely felt pride. Pride for overcoming all that had been thrown at him thus far, and managing to thrive in spite of it all. This was why, when he approached where Maude's fighting pit had been dug out, he didn't feel a rush of bile or disgust or sadness for those that would more than likely inevitably be tossed into it. Instead, he merely sat down a few steps from the edge, looking down at Maude before he spoke, "Well, I'd assume this isn't for keeping prisoners, considering we already have plenty of space for that. So, what are you planning on doing? Hosting your own little hunger games?" It wouldn't surprise him if that was exactly what she was planning on doing. Maude seemed like the type to get some kind of kick out of an endeavor like that.