It had been days since there was any sign of Voslaarum, not a single person around Riften even catching sound of the great beast. Up in Solitude however, the large beast was under chain and shackles, wings bound tight to the dragons sides, tail and hind legs chained and a large, heavy metal contraption keeping it weighed down by the neck. As an extra procaution, the beasts mouth had been chained shut, but that didn't stop the angry growling that rumbled in her throat each time a human came near her. The side of her left wing had been torn open, having been shot out of the sky while returning home with food, the great beast had landed in the sea before being captured by a heavy chain net and brought in like a prize. Blood had dried on the wing, but the skin looked irritated, and so did she.