I'm born from chains

Sitri was learning slowly. He could make sense of a lot more than he had originally been able to, it was as if the cog wheels of his mind had just been dusty and as the dust blew off; his mind worked smoother.

Sitri frowned and dipped his muzzle, I will think about it. Can you give me this respect? To allow Sitri to think on it? I will probably help Cara, but I would still like the choice. he grew quiet again. He was finding he did not like his decisions made for him anymore, he was fast becoming a rather choosy and picky wolf.