Ankyra Sound if i told you what i was, would you turn your back on me

The bastard's dark face lit up with a nervous excitement at sound of Pantaleimon's proposal to teach him the language of the sea.  The language barrier had been a factor that had caused much division between the gaunt wolf and the rest of the pack, effectively partitioning him as an outsider. Though, he had often tried to listen intently to the language, to pick up on it's nuance on his own, but the task had been too difficult for the aging wolf, who was well past the days where one could pick up a language easily.  

"Shit —"  he began with a wide, toothy grin; one like a child, given a toy to play with,  an expression filled with bewilderment and wonder that the bastard hadn't felt since he was a pup.  "You'd do that for me?  That'd be great Pants!  When do we start?"  The bastard nearly jumped off the ground in excitement to begin learning. His tail swished back and forth in a breakneck flurry. He was more than ready to make the first steps into becoming a legitimate member of the sound and not just some wandering rogue with nowhere to go. Reek was ready to take that plunge.