That’s incredible. What is it supposed to mean? That some two-leg actually cares about its offspring? That by killing some ork in a Philadelphia alley Tikki took everything of value from some two-leg’s life? Tikki finds that hard to believe, harder still to comprehend. She’s known two-leg females who left their cubs in garbage compactors rather than bother feeding them. She’s seen human sibs fight each other to the death, the victor walk away laughing. Two-legs are the great betrayers. They care about nothing but their own survival.