They threw his mother to the wolves. He grew up a human among wolves and a wolf among humans.
Contempt feeds his pride. Lack of love infuses him with hatred.
Scorned by all, Straba scorns them all in turn.
He sneers at the elders and disgraces the sacred ancestral sites.
He will not bow before men or gods.
He’s free like a wolf, like an animal in the woods, but he still has a human heart, and that heart is full of sorrow.
