"Talan, do you realize your mistake?"
Talan did not answer the elderly Catman who looked to be about sixty or seventy. She simply stood in place in silence, staring directly at the elder without blinking or averting her gaze.
This was very strange—before she was captured by the human Slave Capture Team, after her sister was beaten to death, there was never a time she dared to look anyone in the eye.
"What mistake?"
Talan asked, looking at a young Catman standing behind the Great Elder. "Are you talking about how your son abandoned us, not even calling for help?"
Although she said this, the Beastmen's eyes showed no signs of wavering.
"Nonsense!"
The Great Elder shouted, her wooden staff striking the ground, her whiskers bristling with anger. She demanded, "If you really did nothing wrong, how could you have been captured?"
"Out of so many hunting parties, why was it only your team attacked by humans? Why were you captured and not others?"
