Grevyn was poked and prodded. One of her many redundant toes on her middle feet was removed. “To test pain tolerance, and gather a DNA sample,” the humans said. (Grevyn didn’t know what DNA was.) The pain made her want to buckle and twist into a little snaky coil, but she managed to retain a grim little smile (looked more like a grimace) through all of it. They checked her teeth, and her understanding of speech. Grevyn was really starting to hate these humans. Sad, because she had been rather fond of the last group.
But she had to gain their favor. For survival.