Devil eyed

Sitri looked at her and gave her a small nod. It had been hard to resist the pull of the siren song that wafted off of Tyrande, like some sort of scent on the wind. It had nearly drove him mad with want, and had he not had the respect for her or any of the other members or the queen. He would have drove her to the ground and had his way, but he had kept himself to himself. He was extremely proud of himself for doing that, he had learned to control that urge willingly in his former home, he belonged to the queen only and if she had found out he had relations with any other woman regardless of whether or not it was because of the scent of estrus, well she would rip it off and feed it to him simply put. Good mornin’ Vectra. Sitri is fine. How are you?

He tilted his head then and sat down to his haunches, happy to pass a little bit of time in a pack mates company. He was finding he enjoyed doing that, having been a very anti social wolf before, as he became more social he found it was not that bad to be.