He nearly snapped at her, but managed to bite down on his temper as she didn't deserve his anger. Instead, he took a deep breath, and grabbed the saddle off the table. "Just finished the grand melee. A big fight, had about... fifty total fighters. I was the last one to be disqualified, mostly on a technicality. I could have gotten back in the fight, but someone ended the fight before I could."<br/><br/>He held up the large cut of leather, it had no straps, but would magically stick to her back, making it much more comfortable than what most animals got. "Morph into cat please. I want this to be comfortable, so we have some time to make changes, though I have to practice fighting on your back before the night ends. Tomorrow, you get to meet the others. You won't fight directly, you just have to do a lot of sprinting, which is a bonus of the saddle. It will help you get your breath back faster, as well as function as protection. Not very well right now, but I had to do this over a couple days so far. The longer I have you, the more I can make or get for you."