Have all a decision?" he asked.
The three other judges rose from their seats, two female and one male, and all of them significantly older than those around them. Already Michael was getting a bad feeling from the people of the various groups as they gazed upon him either questioningly or with contempt. A premonition that was confirmed the moment the older woman dressed in heavy wool wraps cleared her throat.
"The Trackers stand against keeping the Human. We do not want to lose one of our own for years while she mothers a litter of half-breeds," she hissed, Mila's hands clenching up around her belly as she looked to the narrow look on Michael's face.
"Lady Akal has spoken," Sayn declared, motioning for her to sit before turning to the other male who stood. "Huntmaster Hail, your words?"
