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... or so Beastmen pacing anxiously outside the tribe were soaked to the bone.
With haggard faces and bodies caked in mud, they looked like refugees, a picture of misery and despair.
Three of the Beastmen each held an unconscious female in their arms, presumably their mates.
Having starved for so long, the Beastmen were hunched over. Their eyes, dim with despair, welled with tears as they gazed at the tribe before them—their last hope, praying to be taken in and saved.
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