Aura stood in the house her pack was in at the moment. All of them were prepping themselves with traditional war paints and saying ancient chants. One of theelders came over to her and she sat down on to her knees in front of him as he kneeled down as well. He began putting paint on her face and arms. He placed her mark on her forehead. The mark of the monster. In most senses this mark would mean horrible things against her. In these terms it just meant that she was different from the rest and one of them most feared and respected. He put marks down her arms and put her mark across the back of her hands. After he was done he chanted a few words before standing and walking to the next warrior. Aura hopped this fight wouldn`t lead in any dead for her pack.