Saskia was born in a zoo in russia. The conditions of the zoo were horrible, and when she wasn't even old enough to leave the den she was taken away, sold to a wealthy business man. He taught her to fight- dogs, wolves, bears, even monkeys. She was called a name that meant "knife" or "blade". Then, when she was 2 years old she was sold again, this time to a strange farm where crowds of people payed to watch deer, rabbits, chickens, goats, be released in her pen, watch her and her cagemates hunt. Then, one day, she was taken away yet again. Put in a crate, in a large rolling room that smelled like sea and rust and death. She paced the crate endlessly, hungry, thirsty, exhausted. After what felt like a lifetime there was a crash, a horrible screeching, and her cage was tossed against a wall, smashing open. Furious and free she leapt onto the floor, easily killing a goat in a cramped pen a few aisles over, panicked animals and a sudden heavy tilt to the room ignored while she ate for the first time in days. It wasn't until cold water came rushing in she grew afraid.