The Exiled Prince

Sitri heard the howl from his spot marking the new borders and he ran towards it, his long brutish legs tearing up the ground as he slowly came to see a young wolf in his red eyes view. He looked at the youth in front of him, white everything it hurt his eyes and he wanted to swipe a paw over his face, but he kept his scarred paws down and just stood still.

Finally, opening his maw he spoke softly, but his voice and language unrefined and guttural. You called Sitri came. What do you want? The voices in his head reached a crescendo, What want, what want, what want And he wanted to whine in irritation and pain, but he kept his words to himself. He stood stoic and waited, if this youth didn't start speaking he's chase him out of the land like a demon nipping at his paws.