Jasper didn't move as Kate picked him up and wrapped him in her cloak. His ears were down and as soon as they entered the inn and he caught the scent of Malora he squirmed a little before settling down and pressing close to Kate. Jasper kept his eyes down, not making eye contact with anyone, including Kate.<br/><br/>He listened to what the two were saying, and felt a shiver run down his back when Malora asked about him. When he heard Malora's story his ears pricked up. That wasn't how he remembered it. People had come to watch him tear his opponents apart, they loved the bloodshed and brutal display. Draco continued to give him bigger and meaner opponents to keep things fresh, until it almost killed him.<br/><br/>Jasper than heard her talk of who he assumed was Matt and he felt a low growl in his chest. That was the Malora he knew, always ready to hand out punishment.<br/><br/>He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He hated her so much and yet was helpless to do a thing about it. Jasper was grateful that the conversation soon ended and Kate left the inn. When they were away from the building he untangled himself from Kate's cloak and jumped down, shifting into his human form. He heard what she was saying and couldn't agree more, if looks could kill Jasper's would be lethal. His tail flicked angrily behind him as he once more felt a growl in his chest. He was riled up, just like before a match. He could feel his muscles twitch, ready for a fight that would never come.<br/><br/>In a moment of pure rage, he swung his fist at a nearby tree, releasing the pent up anger and feeling the pain that resulted. Pulling his injured hand back he felt the majority of his anger melt away and be replaced with shame and guilt. Sinking to his knees he cradled his hand to his chest and bowed his head before Kate.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry Kate, I didn't mean...I..." Unable to finish he sighed and shook his head, tears in the corners of his eyes.