Shy Deer Steppes ♣ positive thinking and a metric flip-tonne of good luck

Whoever this was, she was flustered and wound tight as a spring. Her sentences were short and sharp, and every inch of her radiated stress and discomfort. Vlad, meanwhile, was quite content - happy, even, now that he might not only survive the winter, but thrive. "Mebbe," he shrugged, eyeing her as though there were indeed something wrong with her face. "I Vlad. End who ees wrong-face lady-wolf?"