Hoshor Plains Fire, Hell Fire, This Fire Burning In My Skin

They were like mirror images of one-another. Bear-like and commanding, with fur the color of fresh snow and eyes like the sun. Where they differed was obvious: Kigipigak's network of deep scars, where the fur would likely never grown again. She had her own scars from what he could see, substantial ones, though they were not the same.

You as well. He answered, appraising her again with a once-over, almost as if he could read those scars and understand their merit. Most of mine were from other men, until I found a cat - or, rather, it found me. It was not a memory he wanted to dig up at this moment; his tone was dismissive. Soon his attention began to wane and wander.