The Lord of Beasts heard of this sin
And chanced he would the ranger win,
His visage came, upon the place
Where Forest Arm and ranger spake.
As Forest Arm and Beastlord faced
An ultimatum there was placed,
Be hunted, or dishonored be,
The fallen ranger's life chose she.
For his transgress, the ranger faced
The Beastlord, who dealt him disgrace,
A claw-shaped scar upon his skin,
For all the Realm to see his sin.
He felt the scorn of brethren dear,
As many did not want him near.
He was a traitor to their name,
The marked ranger felt their shame.