Ugly looked at her father figure as he boarded the drop pod before she got into her own. She stood in the pod as the hatch closed and pressurized. She couldn't help but get the feeling that her father wanted her to die here. Then again, male/female relationships differed between the tribes. In certain tribes, females were small and weak, serving only as the home-keepers and mothers to the children of the tribe. However, their tribe was one in which the females were immense and usually the dominant ones. Her own mother was a clear foot taller than her father and had supposedly torn her prey apart with her bare hands. She knew for a fact that her father had strongly opposed her every step of joining the tribe.

Ugly stared out of the pod and waited for the inevitable drop.