I used to whisper to the children

Sitri kept pace with his pack mate, the beast whose weight he bore, was a heft beast. However, used to such burdens it did not bother him in the least, nor did it cause any breathlessness.

This will make good meals for all of us. Did good Kaname. Sitri was not very good at talking and that was apparent by the garbled and short speech that he used, the longest he had ever talked had been with Ira. He would love to learn to speak better, hell he would love to learn to be better, but he was unsure if that was in the cards for him. His fate had been written long ago and he did not know if he could change it now.