I'm born from chains

Sitri stood in the shadow of a tree. He shifted his weight from paw to paw. He was looking around silent and stalwart, wondering what he could get into for the day. There was much that he could do, but he wasn't sure what to start with. He needed to patrol some borders and do some hunting and he could do either with or without company. He hadn't had very much time to spend with his friend, as Tyrande was dealing with new responsibilities as the new healer.

And well he didn't have any other friends really for that. Mordecai was always gone when he got up, off doing some scouting probably. and he realized that he kind of wanted company, a feeling he was not accustomed too.