The Exiled Prince

Little did the white wolf know that as he thought these thoughts to himself, he was right on both accounts. The dark brownie wolf in front of him was both crazy and child like. Having never been taught to speak correctly, always having been taught to be silent as the way to live. Be seen not heard Sitri, how many times had he heard those very words fall off the lips of the demon queen. And when his ire was up and he was angry sitri was big, and scary and fearsome and he feared nothing.

Sitri smiled at him a creepy smile, marred by the scars that riddled his face. Ah so you are a princeling Keith. Really Sitri did not care one Iota if another wolf was a prince or not unless they were in his pack, like the youth Ira he was a princeling too. Yes you are correct, you are encroaching upon the Silver tip Mountain pack and I tell you caution for if you go to close you are liable to get bit and wounded, unless you seek to join our ranks. Encroaching was a new word he had learned in the recent days as he fought hard to learn to speak properly, Tyrande of course was helping him.