Lion Head Mesa eighth

Reyson shifted, while he listened to the preist.

He moved tattered ears. My ear notches were the start of my rise through rank, but after so many battles they became a little more tattered. The ones across my shoulders are from a cat-o-nine tails for when I was punished by my commanders. The rest are from battles fought and pack mates saved or lost. I was raised in a militant pack before here. I knew nothing, but attack, fight or die. So I excelled and thus many of this I couldn't even tell you. Though this one.

He shifted, showing a line beneath pale fur near his throat. This one almost killed me when we were betrayed. I tried to save my soldiers, told them to leave without me, but none of them would and they all perished. I almost did as well, but the gods you speak of, saw fit to not allow me to join them in death.

You call the sun like a Rooster? May I ask you a tough question, Senmut?