I simply want to say thanks

Sitri would not knowingly cross into pack borders, even if he was offered it. He just didn't do that, it wasn't right. Not to mention he really didn't want a piece of his hide torn. Sitri dipped his muzzle and shuffled his feet a little embarrassed, but pleased. He had always liked Meldresi, she had been kind to him.

Sitri shook his head No unless you can stop my dreams. His dreams still plagued him, and one such was of Ptarmigan constantly coming back to life just to rip open his throat. No more pain, it scarred up see. He lifted his head slightly so she could see the scar there, though he did not bear his throat to her or anyone.