The Size of the beast

Sitri was always either at the borders or hunting. it was what he was best at, and he was working on learning more as he went. His large muscle bound body took up space as he walked, his large paws taking form and shaping the ground with their depth. Ears though tattered and torn that they were swiveled to and fro listening and he watched for the sounds that reached his ears.

There were many changes in the pack and he found that there was an emptiness a hollow now that two of the most important wolves to Sitri were gone forever more. He sighed, but continued doggedly on, he had promised Lecter he would continue on, that he would do what he always done, so that was what the scarred rough shod brute was doing. Being the rough and tumble male that they needed to do and abide by the new Queen's law.