Lion Head Mesa sins and scars you'll never recognize

I didn’t. 

She moved to indicate the scarred leg, fur unable to grow over the old injuries.

I tried to run. I was a child, scared and unused to hard work. This was my reward when they caught up to me. Sabah’s face looked like she’d eaten something sour.

But the nobles…overextended their reach. There was comparatively few of them, far too many of us. All it took was a rebellion. And I was free.