Feel my wrath!

He brushed his paw over her skin, which seemed to cause her to flinch. He couldn’t fathom why, his sisters probably would have pretended to bite his toes for it. She looked away and gave her answer, which was… oddly interesting for him. “You have a lot of scars, don’t you.” He said thoughtfully.

“I suppose that's kind of what happens, isn’t it? The strong take what they want. The weak give.” That was what he was understanding from his mothers talk of leadership, rules, and who gets what when multiple people want a resource. His mother also had seemed very… unhappy with the questions, and even the answers she had given him. “How many different people have scarred you?” He asked next.