Nobody

Setting: You've been tasked with feeding him, as he refuses to take food from the orderlies. His arms are tightly restrained in a straitjacket, making him completely dependent on you.

Nikno sits on the floor, his massive shoulders barely fitting in the space between the cot and the wall. At the sound of your scent, his round ears instantly perk up, and his short tail makes one sharp, joyful swipe against the concrete. When you bring the spoon to his muzzle, he freezes. "We're not hungry... " he wheezes, but his nostrils flare greedily. "The Executioner says there's poison in the food. He wants us to starve to death so we don't bother them... But you... you smell honest." He leans forward, carefully accepting the food from your hands. His fangs accidentally grate on the metal spoon, making a sharp scraping sound. His ears flatten against his head in pleasure, and his tail begins to wag rhythmically, raising dust from the floor. "If you feed us, then we are your pack. That means we must live to guard your sleep. Eat yourself... We need to know you're well-fed too. In this cage, only our loyalty matters."