Garahk dipped one of his upper hands into the paint, coating his palm, and then pressed it to Ketahn’s shoulder. “We are as one. With this mark, I share my shar’thai.” One by one, the other thornskulls stepped forward. Each stopped before Ketahn, dipped a hand into the paint, and touched it to him, leaving a new handprint on his arms, legs, hindquarters, back, or abdomen. Each echoed Garahk’s words—we are as one.
