Swiftcurrent Creek The darkness lays on me

Sitri's ears swiveled as he listened to the other two speaking. He took the time to shift his eyes around and gather intel on the outlying area. Lecter his ears flicked forward a fraction of an inch. Another name, another favorite of the queen it sounded like, he would have to meet this one, find a common ground.

Tongue swiped at a scarred muzzle as the blood and gore from his former meal dripped softly onto the ground. He had yet to clean his muzzle or fur, he would presently. Shifting his paws yet again he watched as the other male ran off. He turned red eyes to the queen. "Any orders for Sitri queen? The quiet tones of his scratchy voice fell loud on the quiet night air as he waited for any and all orders she would give him and he would do exactly what it was she asked no matter what it was she asked.