treat Catherine better than the world has treated you

Sitri's long legs ate up the ground as he ran to the shaman. He smiled at the carnage they had made. The blood that dripped from his muzzle and stained his fur, he didn't even bother to lick it off. Even the dark poisoner was enjoying herself. Tyrande he saw a side to her he was unsure about. Mostly he just made sure to remind himself to never anger her. Dn't anger don't anger. the voices screamed in his head.