As Kasha watched, the ice bear slowly transformed before her. Either it was not as painful as her own recent struggle, or he had more experience in dealing with it. Most likely a combination of both. As an ice bear he towered as high as fifty arms. As a man he was still huge, but less than a third of the height. The bear shape seemed to stay with him even as he shifted, with massive powerful shoulders and a thick neck bulging with knotted muscles. They were not the pretty smooth muscles of a man in his youth, but the hard working muscles of an older male. His body was covered with thick hair which seemed to protect him from the cold, but did not hide his vast array of battle scars and black tattoos. His face bore evidence of conflict too. An old white scar ran down through his left eye and into his mouth.