Fishblight Mire brotherhood

The rat stared at him, hairs rising in jagged peaks along the curve of his spine. "Maybe no fight," Vlad was quick to say, ajdusting his stance. His grin did not falter, and there was a whisper of sound as his tail began to wag against the reeds. "We braather now! I being Vlad - you kin saying? What ees being your name?"  In the absence of a response, Vlad had numerous backups - and he would soon come to think of this grey-brown little smear of a wolf as his Number Two.