Rather late, Nimrodel sidled through the crowd to get a look. She gave a small squeak and quickly pulled back at the gruesome sight. She covered her eyes and moved away from the terrible scene. Poor Oddwen! Her presence would truly be missed! She had heard about what had happened and thought Oddwen's death had been exaggerated. Just regular wolves she had thought. Who would do something like this?! Then she heard the whisper of werewolves. She squeaked again. "Werewolves?! But I thought they were just tales to scare children!" She sat down on an overturned barrel and held her head in her hands.
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