Kate could on guess at his past. Who beat hom near death. His once beautiful snow white fur was covered in dried blood, sinew, and vegetable matter. She envisioned the humiliation he endured as sailors taunted and tortured him. Would he trust her? How her aunt could do this. Malora had been banished for using the dark art of magic. She went to Lord Draco to learn more of the arts. In doing so, Malora received a reputation of being a cruel mistress. Kate over looked his mangled body.Kaye opened the satchel and pulled out a flask of warm apple cider and held to his bruised, chapped lips. "Little sips. Its apple cider. Sorry I do not have water." Kate cradled him to her.