Sleeping Dragon bone tongue

More ranks, helpfully subtitled for the benefit of those who had no clue what the strange words meant, but still without a whole lot of traction on her bearing.  She preferred to feel out where she stood with another than defer solely because another told her she must.  

Then things got interesting real fast.  Marked? What the hell did that mea..... oh shit.  Rosalyn watched, incredulous, as the Heda allowed some wolf to apply another scar to her shoulder.  They scarred themselves simply because some other wolf met their (often well deserved) end?  Oh hell no.

Rosalyn determined then and there her own ghosts would need to remain unknown.  She'd been fucked enough by them in life - she wasn't about to let them lay a mark on her from beyond as well.