Ouroboros Spine In Darkness I am King

Sitri heard noises, and bright red eyes turned towards them. He searched the dark, and his eyes lit upon another wolf. A female, another pretty one. There were a lot of them coming lately. It didn't matter, they didn't find him pretty or attractive, though he had been once. But he could look, but let them alone couldn't he?

He sniffed the air, trying to gather her scent. He didn't want to chase her away, but he would if she didn't belong. But she smelled of Cara and Lotan, the nice male he had met. He dipped his muzzle too her, and spoke. His voice guttural and hoarse as it always was, from years of no use. Hello. This wolf Si...I am Sitri. He shook his head and whimpered slightly, trying to clear the cobwebs that hung in there.

Tyrande had left, and with her went his lessons of speech, and without practice he was falling back into his old rhythms, of mispronunciation and third person.