The Exiled Prince

Sorry for the late reply, a couple things have been going on at home and I had to fix them :s
Also, sorry if this is a little bit short..

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The brown giant chuckled with his deep voice, "Would not say Sitri is a gentlemen" he kept referring to himself as Sitri, like there was someone else to talk about, like they were not alone... To Keith he was either nuts or no one taught him to speak properly. He felt like he was talking to a pup, a really big and scary and fearsome pup.

"Oh but you are! trust me, Sitri, no one knows more about gentlemen than Keith, I am the heir of the north," he said prudly,"But that doesn't matter, does it?... Anyway, I scented your pack's markings all over the place, am I right?" the white prince could feel Sitri's red glare burning him, and even his coat seemed to be made of fire, intense. He wasn't used to it, in the north you would never see such a dark wolf, with the exception of his midnight black brother of course, that's why he was so hated and despised.

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