Sarkish Ways for Sarkish Days

Sitri was scarred from war, years of slavery and abuse. He had been taught a certain set of skills from birth and those were the only things he was allowed to learn. He was the only one with a name. he had been taught to hunt, to fight, to sneak, to stalk and to obey, that was all. To say he was simple minded would be wrong as he was not, he had just never been nurtured enough to be able t othink for himself fully.

Sitri looked down at the small plant with a strange expression on his face, he did know this plant though he had never known it's name. "I know this plant. he grunted at her and then looked back down "Did not know name. He was finding that he had to speak around these wolves and it hurt his throat as he was not used to speaking very often. He was taught to sit and be silent when near others and the queen.