My heart feels as if it shatters in my breast. I think of Raahosh and his scarred face and come to a devastating realization. My father was so broken that if I had been wounded like the sa-kohtsk kit before us, I suddenly have no doubt in my mind that my father would have left me behind like the mother beast does now. He would have abandoned me like he did Raahosh, to the ones he deemed as ‘bad’. Or worse, left me in the snow one day and turned his back on me.
