Wheeling Gull Isle Roll out the drums of war

Sitri himself wore the dyes of of other's life blood as always before he went to kill, it added a look of terror to his already scary countenance and it also allowed him to hide any remorse he may feel, it wasn't often, but ever so often he would feel it. He followed behind his leaders and the other wolves, his red eyes gleaming with an otherworldly light. He slid into the water and followed in their wake, paddling to the shores of sandy beach beyond. They were here to get Erika and what they did to her he was not yet sure.

He was hoping to save face with this battle, as he traveled down the ranks of their pack. He was soon going to be a lowly servant again, and he fought against that title with all his worth. He would do his best to at least keep his current spot, if not rise above.