Ouroboros Spine There are things in life you learn

Sitri gave her a smile in return as eerie as it seemed. Sitri was a quiet wolf, some could even say humble. But it was a fact of survival for him. It did not bode well for a slave to speak out of his own importance. A good slave did what they were told and told no one, what they had done. And if anything Sitri was a good slave that was something he knew. Sitri did not fear death, did not fear the spirits that came from death. The way he saw it, he was haunted by his own demons, someone else’s weren’t going to do much damage to an already damaged male.

Sitri chuckled darkly then I would say yes it was deserved, and it was what came around. Death for a death. Ptarmigan had killed his leader, his queen so he had killed her. Just like if someone came from his past to kill him, yes he would fight, but if he died well it was just only what he deserved for some of the heinous acts he had committed in the name of royalty.