Sleeping Dragon You won't make yourself a name if you follow the rules

Thuringwethil reiterated the meaning of the marks, and Rosalyn silently looked at the collection.  She remembered that they represented deaths, though apparently she'd surmised wrong that the other southern pack was the source of the deceased.  It was another.  How many enemies did they have exactly?

"Why do you mark yourself?" she asked, unsure of how the question would be recieved but wanting to know regardless.  "Are they really worth it?"  The words were harsh, but she didn't want to mince them.  In her mind, the dead were not.  They had made their choices and those choices obviously were the wrong ones.  Unless they were some sort of intimidation tactic?