Neverwinter Forest Gone in bloom and bough

Sitri studied the two black wolves that he came across, but he kept himself neutral. He did not wish to fight today. He watched as the older male took in all his scars and his eyes, the two things that drew everyone’s eyes all the time, and the two things he hated most of all. Every scar littered his body for a reason, and the eyes were a feature from his demon mother with her white pelt and her red eyes and her crazy mind, two of which he had inherited. Love genetics.

He dipped his muzzle as he studied them both they must be father and daughter they looked alike. For a brief moment he wondered what he would be like as a father, but soon enough the thought dissipated like smoke on the wind, it would never happen so why think about it.

Hello My name is Sitri. He spoke as simply as possible, but not to insult the other’s intelligence, but because it was hard for him to speak correctly if he spoke to quickly or complexly. You are exploring? it was a question as well as a statement.