Sarkish Ways for Sarkish Days

Sitri studied the wolf in front of him she was very very black. Her fur was very thick he wanted to touch it, but he kept himself to himself. Her markings were strange to him and he found them odd, yet they suited her. She looked as if they were scars, but they weren't they were just colored.

Sitri looked at her and spoke in his raspy voice "Sitri am I. He then looked at her waiting for her to return her name or not either way it didn't matter to the brute. He stood stalwart and stoic watching her.