Never in his life Spirit had ever imagined not being free. When he got captured, he fought until 'reluctance'. At least when he knew he was in too much danger, or tired. Otherwise, no one could get close to him.

Unless they were that person. That one, who blended in, yet refused to bow down to cruel practice. Who fed him and gave him water when he was put in the sun.

Spirit was still tied to the post when he heard the name he had learned to appreciate: yours. The colonel was in your face, standing so close it made him frown. You were in as much trouble as he was...