C63 Angry hair against a crown

I looked at these inhumane wolves as if I were a flock of lambs about to be slaughtered, and I was about to take on the role of butcher; perhaps, in the eyes of these wolves, I was nothing more than a weak and incompetent lamb who wanted me to be sent into their mouths by myself for them to play with. There were many times when people were more horny than animals. At the very least