Dawnlark Plains loyalties

Imagine that! More fucking stammering. Saena'd about had it with this wolf and their apparent speech disability. She was about to dismiss him completely with a half-turn away from him, believing him to be entirely inept and therefore as non-threatening as a fly, when he managed to croak out that Reek was his friend. This caused Saena to freeze on the spot, but her ruddy ears flicked in Pantaleimon's direction.

Slowly she turned to face him once more, more understanding now, but clearly still agitated. Whether it was with Pantaleimon's stuttering or with his presence in the north, even she couldn't say. "You're that Pants guy he talks about, aren't you?" she said wonderingly, then grumbled, "why the hell didn't you just say so?" Talk like a normal wolf, you idiot, is what she kind of wanted to say, for if it wasn't clear by now, Saena still didn't realize that Pantaleimon was as timid as a mouse. Reek being friends with such a shy and soft-spoken creature seemed so unlikely that the thought never even came to mind.