Lips like Morphine

Sitri gave her a small smile, though it was ghoulish and eery in hindsight, merely because of the ever present marring his face held. He dipped his muzzle to her, Ambition is the way of most. Sitri is not an ambitious wolf by nature, but he will support those that are.

Sitri shifted and turned red eyes towards the girl You is not from here, not born here,? He could not get his tongue to work and his words to fit what he was trying to ask, but he was doing his best at making conversation, something he was lacking majorly in.