When the men let Sophie go, she fell like a miserable bag of bones, letting her body hit the ground while all the sound her mouth could make was a grunt.
The chiefs and councilmen hardened their eyes upon the appearance of the girl and although they didn't show it, she could see the disgust boldly written all over their faces. Each of them held a gaze that told her all she needed to know about the hate wolves had for mudines. They saw her like a disease that could easily spread just from merely looking upon her mangled form, a contractible plague that should have not been given any room for a trial.
"Why exactly are we doing this. This thing here deserves no such privilege."
"I wholly agree. We shouldn't give such persons any listening ear, it's a waste of time.' Another man added to the first speaker.
