Ankyra Sound you sleep with pregnant hookers and your dinosaur eats grass!

On a more positive note, they hadn't needed to bury much of a body. Rat had stuffed himself full of the murdered wolf's flesh, and Vlad himself was not above cannibalism in times of need. He had been peckish at the time, which was 'time of need' enough.

His gross companion stayed close by as he had promised, and was busy dragging long claws over his crusty, grey skin. Vlad paused his hunting to stare at the whirlwind of hair and skin flakes that rose like a swarm of insects around the bedraggled creature, but caught sight of Caiaphas before he could engage Rat in a round of verbal sparring. Rat wasn't particularly good at that game, but Vlad wasn't much better. "Bleckface!" he hollered at the skulking woman, snapping his teeth at Rat to catch his attention. "Make look sharp, Rett - cave wolf make rare treep eento sunshines," Not that it was particularly sunny; the opposite, in fact. "Come comes, Bleckface! Saying he-ello to Rett!"