It took some effort, and a great deal of patience, but the Woodsman succeeded in dragging the Beast back to his meek cabin, granted, the journey to the lodge had some complications with his… passenger. The Beast kept throwing hissing fits and growls, not to mention the muttered death threats and the Beast's antlers constantly getting caught in everything, which certainly kept the Woodsman busy. Now he was standing above the Beast in the middle of his compact cabin. His cabin was not a spectacle to witness but it had everything necessary to defend him from the harsh climate outside. Currently, they were in the living room were a creature's hide adorned the floor and a hefty brick fireplace resided, to the left was two basic bedchambers each with a bed and chest of drawers, directly above them was a minuscule wood table with two matching timber chairs, and to the right was a petite kitchen with a tarnished stove and filthy cabinets, in addition, located perpendicular to the kitchen was a grimy stairway leading to the cellar. Sighing, the Woodsman was faintly troubled with the puddles of the Beast's shadowy sludge that was causing a dreadful mess. Deciding it was crucial to conceal the injured arm the Woodsman hastily progressed to a cupboard to snatch some required supplies.

While the Woodsman left the Beast's side the Beast struggled to get up on unsteady arms, yet his arms wouldn't tolerate his weight and in turn, caused him to come colliding down against the floor. He groaned out in pain and clutched his injured right arm close to his torso. He was mad, no, furious! He was confined to his enemy's dirty floor and he was in so much agony. Not only did his arm throb in pain but his antlers ached, and his very soul was in anguish. If only his lantern could be fed, maybe it could help lift some of his discomforts. The Woodsman was accountable for his misery, and he would surely pay once he could get himself off of this goddamn floor! Again the Beast violently pushed himself up, it took him a moment before he realized that the Woodsman was at his side saying something to him. The Woodsman kept gently pushing him back onto the floor, but the Beast refused to listen, he would not let the Woodsman command him! He lashed out at the Woodsman, who took a step back, the Beast was too weak to deal any real damage nor be quick enough to cause any. Besides, the Woodsman has dealt with wounded creatures before and recognized how hazardous they can be in their frail state. The Woodsman was debating on allowing the Beast to bleed a tad more, with any luck it would make the Beast too groggy to move, but he wasn't certain if he could take that risk. Watching the Beast flail about on his floor did fill him with some dark amusement. To think, this creature is the cause for so much pain and now was nothing but a sick creature thrashing about on his floor. How easy it would be to just let him perish… yet something was holding him back. Realizing that the room was becoming frigid the Woodsman decided to go out and gather some wood for the hearth. He knew the Beast was too frail to really move, nor did he really care, and believed it would be best to let him calm down. Turning around the Woodsman left the Beast in the dark gloom alone.