It had been a long ride, the snow had not been refreshing as what was left of the man was taken away. His last fight... Staged... He lost. He never lost like that. His eyes, green and bloodshot as he watched the fleeting landscape... What happened? Why had it been so fast? So swift? It was gone... His life was to be over. All he could hear was the clatter of the cart moving against the storm. His cage not well hidden from the elements. He could feel the snow... Every so often touch his skin causing it to burn. To become pink on each touch of a flake. His body yearned to shift... To embrace the snow.... He was weaker now more than he had ever been as unconsciousness took his soul.<br/><br/>Hours later it had seemed that he awoke. Chained in his cage. Barely alive. Barely aware of what his fate was to be. His form was beaten, bruised, bloodied and ravaged from fights old and new. From fights to unmentioned feats he was forced to deal with. All he remembered was someone shouting muffled commands as he awoke to being here... Chained up like a beast ready for slaughter. His hair was matted and crusted with the blood of his own body as he listened to the storm. It died out it seemed. The urge to subcome to the storm was gone.<br/><br/>It was then he heard the voice of a woman... All that did was make him growl. Deep and gutteral, like a feral wolf. It lasted for a brief moment before he leaned back. His warning made, he decided to wait out his demise. That voice though was persistent. What did this female want? To abuse him as well? His eyes opened. Green as Jade eyes looked to her,  she wasn't blurry to him but he didn't speak. Cider? A treat? Why did he earn a treat? Where was he? Was this a way of saying "you lost so here is your last meal"? No... She claimed to be a healer.<br/><br/>Puffing up he hissed out not a word but only sound as she touched his sore and hurting form. Though the heat... The magical heat lulled him into a state of calm. His body hurt less.  The male looked up to her, why was she being nice? Was this really something he could look forward to? This... Compassion? His eyes shut as he twitched. He had no strength to move but he hoped the cloak could hide him from the snow. He didn't trust her enough to show her the truth.