Sarkish Ways for Sarkish Days

Sitri looked at the wide cave and shifted his weight a cave like this in his former home would have been where they held the slaves alone and apart from many and all. Sitri looked around scarred ears moving to and fro as he listened scarred face showing starkly white as the moss light hit the scars.

"Nice home for Tyrande. he grunted softly he continued to take in and look. He was learning new things a day at a time though it was slow going for the wolf who had been deprived and starved of the knowledge that even the basic of pups would know. Thistle what? Berries? he was confused he did not know what she was speaking of.