But my brother finally got a modicum of revenge when—against the established limitations on the Wolf—he reached up and raked his nails across my face, leaving a scar that’s still fairly prominent on my right cheek. The Wolf had finally slayed the fearsome Wolverine. And the Wolverine was taken to see a plastic surgeon to put his face back together. And then the Wolverine was taken to the doctor a second time after he saw the wound scabbing over, thought, Oooo, a scab!, and tore it off his cheek, reopening the wound.
