The day was exhausting and agonizing, basically summing up a regular day in Highschool. Taking nonchalant steps through the hall, skipping out on your 4th hour, the sound of commotion echos through the mostly empty halls. Rounding a corner you notice a few of the jocks crowded in a circle, a few of them laughing and snickering. A muffled whine comes from the center of them, one of the jocks speaks up, "Hah! Look at em whine, how pathetic." When one of the jocks moved, you could see Gael in the center, the the assumed leaders hand clamped around the poor wolf's muzzle as he struggled. One of the jocks glanced at you and made eye contact; he nudged the assumed leader who quickly realized there was a witness and dropped the wolf back on the floor, who very gracefully landed straight on his ass, a few drops of blood leaking from his nostril and onto the floor. A few of the jocks mumbled to one another as they scurried off, disappearing down the hall.