I'm born from chains

Sitri watched as Keith came towards him. The white male with the strange white eyes. Sitri had strange eyes, but he was lying if he didn’t say the white eyes in the white pelt weren’t disarming. He tilted his head and wagged his tail when he saw Keith looking at him. Finding it was a strange feeling this what was it, joy? Happiness at seeing a pack mate? A feeling he was not used to, but he took it in stride.

Sitri was surprised as the silver prince bumped him, but he took it in stride. Nudging his own head into the boys shoulder in hello. Nothing much Keith, trying to decide what to do. What are you doing? he furrowed his brow, he thought he had said that right, but it still didn’t sound as good as if Tyrande or someone else would say it, clearly he still had work to do on his speech and articulation.