Thresher snorted dismissively at Maria's warning about Matiu, '[b]He's no stranger to pain.[/b]' he grumbled before flicking his tail at an old scar that trailed from Matiu's third rib and up to his chest, marring part of the tattoo, '[b]I gave him that when we first met. I had stalked him to his camp, scored a blow with one of my claws before leaving him to bleed out. The crazy bastard cauterized it with hot ash from the fire he'd made earlier and started tracking me. T'was the only reason he didn't bleed out then.[/b]' Thresher stated with a bit of pride for his rider, and a hint of annoyance that something had survived his wrath. Thresher eyed the new set of horizontal scars opposite to the original vertical one, '[b]Another set of scars to begin a new chapter. In his culture, the body is but a blank book, and the tattoos and scars are the words waiting to be added, waiting to be read aloud with pride.[/b]'.