Ouroboros Spine There are things in life you learn

Sitri had gotten in the habit of staying on the outskirts of the pack territory and away from his pack mates. It was such a moment that he came across a new pack mate. He studied her from the shadows, his fur matted with the small amount of blood that still oozed from his wounds. He wasn’t keeping them very clean that was for sure, and he found he didn’t care. As long as they didn’t fester, he was alright. She was a white wolf, with splashes of color across her shoulders. It was an unusual contrast and one he was studying between the shadows and the light.

He had come to realize the recent events had indeed unhinged him almost to the point of complete madness, but he wasn’t quite yet on the precipice. He moved and a twig broke, and it was then that he realized she would have heard that and with a sorrowful look around at his hiding place. He stepped from the shadows a hulking beast, littered with his scars and his matted, bloody fur. Red eyes moved rapidly around the clearing finally coming to a roving stop on the white she wolf in front of him.

He didn’t move, though his shoulders quivered slightly, he wasn’t even sure if he could talk without his voice sounding raspy and hoarse. Hello. He all but whispered and quickly averted his eyes from the female before him, not wishing to anger anyone until he was healed.