Leave it to her to find the worst things there

Sitri saw Tyrande walking as he stalked the pack lands. His large paws tearing up the ground in swift strides. He had been going a different way, but doubled back to see if the poisoner wanted help. Tyrande need Sitri help? he asked as softly as he could so as to not scare her. He wondered what the atrocious fumes wafting towards him were but being that he was used to strong smells he knew to stay down wind, compliments of his father.