Sequoia Coast This is some weird lookin' dirt...

Fine on my end.

The woman went on, mentioning the different marks which were given to the warriors, that they had slashes across their sides. The scars bound them to eachother, reminded them of their pasts and their culture. It was a pain which they welcomed and wore the scars like a prize upon their pelts. Aiolos completely understood and smiled as he listened onto her story of her family. He too wore many scars and although they were not specifically marked on him as a gesture of his skill, they did so remind him of his accomplishments and the harsh trails which he had endured in order to make it where he was now. His scars, the majority of them, were scars of a basterd, a gladiator, a slave...

 Now he was free. 

Hua then offered up some information on one of her families customs. That the women were to be married off at around a year old. Be it for an alliance, protection, or the ther manners that the male in question could offer. Aiolos knew, had he been a wolf in her and Ruo's homeland, he would have nothing of wealth and power to offer them. Just like he didnt have anything to offer Lunaria on behalf of himself now. 

I've never been honored a mark to accounce my skills, though I can see why you would pride them, Huntress. He spoke, speaking the title she, as it seemed, well deserved and dipped his head down in a small manner of respect. 

After which he is silent once more, his fiery haze shifting over the two woman as he guarded his leader contently.