Shadows lay heavy

Sitri walked among the darkness he felt at home in it, safer secure. You couldn't see him, but he could see you and if he wanted you well he got you. He lurked from rock to rock sniffing out the newly set borders. He had not gotten any orders, but he followed her scent to see his new home. He was not a curious wolf, but he was always a prepared wolf he had learned that at the queens knees always do what was needed never back down always know what is coming.

Saliva dripped from his mouth as he panted having run from the creek to here he would return before daybreak he hoped, after all the little red one she couldn't know no she couldn't know, he would have to dispose of her if she knew and he was not allowed. No the demon queen had told him no blend in and so he was trying, but it was hard. He needed orders, the voices had hit a crescendo in his head of late over and over again they were screaming at him Give me orders give me orders but he had no orders to give none he was empty blank so he waited and he watched and he learned.