Sea Lion Shores his pulse never got above eighty-five

Sitri followed behind the two his mind again blank and on other things. He didn't mind placing fetishes, just as he wouldn't mind killing for the older wizened male wolf. he would do what he was told and he would do it well, to the best of his abilities at least.

He shifted and followed closer to them, but kept an eye on the border hoping one of the isle wolves would come to them, he would love ot rip into someone, his frustration with his station in life growing large.