Sarkish Ways for Sarkish Days

Sitri watched as she worked around her small den. He chewed absently on the honeycomb his mind blissfully blank and quiet for once. The voices were not screaming at him. He shifted and closed his eyes for a moment as he waited for her to speak again, because he did not know what to say.

Sitri stared at her for a moment and then spoke , "Sitri can sneak, hunt, kill, maim, torture, father pups and work. That was what Sitri was taught, sister was taught to bear children, mother same thing, father was taught healing. He shrugged again, he was trained for his size and prowess to fight and kill and hunt.