Leave it to her to find the worst things there

Honestly, Tyrande wasn't sorry about that. She was sorry because she feared she might be pulling out bad memories Sitri may not want to remember. She was relieved that that pack was gone. Lupus forbid anything like that ever ends up in Teekon Wilds. She doubted even her somewhat savage pack would do things like that.

She ran her eyes across his flank, once again reading the sad, grim story that Sitri had wrote. She swallowed. She thought she had led a terrible life, but Sitri took the cake. She doubted that many would be able to live through what he did without becoming bloodthirsty or insane themselves.

Dim World, maybe Sitri was a few flowers too short of a bouquet. But it wasn't entirely obvious. There was indeed still hope, as she had caught the glimmer of it while they had explored the caves.

Sitri, she thought, wanting to say it to him, but for some reason, she found it embarrassing, Out of all of the wolves here, you have been one of the only two that I could consider a good friend. She thought of Erika as the second, but right now, the one in front of her was Sitri, and Sitri alone.

After a moment's thought, she spoke. "You know what? How about I get these flowers to my den and put them away. Lunch is on me, and we can have it over there."

Tyrande had recently added a few pelts to the middle of the floor of the den, creating a slightly more comfortable makeshift sitting area than the hard cavern floor, and she felt she hadn't had a good conversation with Sitri in awhile.