Jasper tried to listen into the argument, a smirk appearing on her large muzzle as she rolled her eyes. These humans were idiots, only a small percent of seeking were feral, many acted feral to scare of humans. A frightened human was less likely to go looking for a feral beast, But if people knew a werekin retained their minds? They would be hunted down and captured to be slave or pets. She was not going to be someone’s pet or slave.<br/><br/>When the man approached the pull back as far away from the cell door as she could, hissing slightly as the chains dug into her arm and neck. Her tail thrashing around as her ears laid flat to her head. She was pissed, sure these people saved her but she would rather have died out in the forest. Snapping her jaws she continued to jerk against the chains hoping they would break.<br/><br/>Her amber eyes focusing on the smaller woman, looking the woman up and down once again. Why was she here, it didn’t make any sense for this silly mechanic to be here. Jasper hadn’t noticed the work bench near her she had been to focused on the idiots in front of her. Snarling her eyes narrowed “Free… me…” the sound was low, dark and very primal. It was hard to form words with a muzzle and giant fangs.