"Best shut yer bleedin' gob or i'll slice yas from tongue t'tail I will."
This voice belonged to one of the guards, a short and plump man (or so he looked anyways, bundled up in furs as he was), sneering at what appeared to be a wildly malnourished Ursur. Even so the beast was massive and its strength obvious, given the many ties that constrained its movements. The other guard, a much taller and more stoic type, merely grunted a response to her counterpart. Rather than yelling at the restrained creature, she produced a rabbit from one of her bags and tossed it into the creature's waiting jaws.
