[i]With her clothing off and her wounds visible, it was clear that much more was wrong with her. Her entire back was laced with lashes from a whip, the skin nearly flayed from her back. The gash across her torso, the one on her face, and those on her arms and legs were covered in mud and dried blood. Dried blood from her nose made a pattern on her upper lip. Her feet were nearly raw from the distance she had ran, and her hands sported many small cuts, from what looked like barbed wire. She was not in good shape, and how she ever made it to the Dojo was a miracle. The entire time, the shepherd had followed, sticking close to its owner, looking concerned as dogs do when their masters are not well.[/i]