Sarkish Ways for Sarkish Days

Sitri tilted his head trying to understand what she was saying, though it was hard for him, as no wolf had talked so brazenly to him or about him before. He tilted his muzzle thoughtfully and then nodded his head and spoke quietly "Have to think. Leave Tyrande alone as asked. He stood on massive paws and shook his scar riddled pelt he pushed the honey comb towards her and then with another look at her her left the den to walk around in the darkness allowing the voices to fill his head and fill the void with their words though tonight they did not bring comfort, but rather unrest. Worthless Sitri always worthless