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

"So you wear their choices," she said, thoughtful.  It still didn't make sense, but she supposed it didn't really have to? Obviously, from the number of scars the leader held, it was a tradition that meant a great deal.  Just another mystery about this pack.

Sensing Thuring had at least some amount of patience, Rosalyn ventured a small explanation.  Her previous words could possibly have been taken out of context, as she meant no real disrespect.  "We honored the dead, of course.  But only when they were deserving."  She smirked slightly.  "Judgemental maybe.      I guess I will learn."  But she'd never been particularly good at learning before, and this place had a curve steeper than most she'd shambled through.