crown of roses

Sitri was trying his hardest to speak correctly. Tyrande working on Sitri's...my words and ar...ar...articulation. he grew quiet again. He was doing his best, he hoped that if he learned enough he would be able to speak well eventually, well enough that others would understand him.

Sitri dipped his muzzle gently welcome to Power Queen Cara. He grew quiet then and waited. he accepted her, would accept whomever. As long as a wolf was not purposely mean to the scarred male, he was okay with them. He had told others before he was just tired, and now he just wanted to survive to live. Do you need anything else from me Queen Cara? I was hunting.