Sarkish Ways for Sarkish Days

Sitri did not have orders so he patrolled and snuck and slunk all around the territory. Finding new places and learning new faces. He did not know them all yet, did not trust any of them at all, but he needed to keep them all close so he could weed out the queens enemies yes her enemies. Enemy watch for enemy the voices in his head were singsonging along to the mantra.

Her heard a voice and for a moment he though a new voice had joined the many in his mind, but it was another wolf and he came up towards her. Blood red eyes lit like a fire as the light reflected off of them. Saliva pooled from a blood red maw, remnants of his last meal still laying on his muzzle. Brown fur and scars lit up like the fourth of july and he watched quietly in the shadows always from the shadows.