I'm born from chains

EDIT (1/22/2015): Removing tables.

The silver boy came out of his den after his mid day nap feeling renewed, like he could take over the world. He lifted his head with his eyes closed and filled his broad chest with a deep breath of fresh air, but a Yawn caught him midway forcing his mouth to open at a awkwardly wide angle and then suddenly close releasing the air all at once.

With his head now low and his eyes wet from the yawn, the young theta sighed before advancing towards the pack's caches to see if there was anything worth snapping. but as he advanced not too far from his place he came across a familiar scent, it was his beastly friend, Sitri. He came tosight slowly moving through the trees and the silver boy turned his advance towards him amicably wagging his tail.

"Hey! What's up Big Boy!" he greeted as he bumped his body against the fiery brute. He hadn't had as much interaction as he would've wanted lately, and he was happy to see one more familiar face.