The heavy, rhythmic thud of leather boots echoed through the grand, vaulted chambers of the assembly hall, a sound that seemed to reverberate directly against the solid stone walls and strike a cold, sharp fear into the hearts of everyone gathered.
Nilo walked inside the hall, escorted by five heavily armed pack warriors, with Beta Kulas walking with stiff, measured steps besidesl him.
The atmosphere in the room was suffocatingly thick, pregnant with an unspoken tension that made it incredibly difficult to draw a full breath.
The air itself felt weighed down by the gravity of the looming judgment. From where I am sitting right now, perched upon the elevated platform of the pack's ruling chairs, I could see and feel how nervous he is.
His shoulders, usually broad and squared with the pride of a high-ranking wolf, were slightly hunched, and his breathing was shallow, betraying the sheer terror gripping his soul.
