Bramblepoint godless and free

Winner winner chicken dinner. Vlad all but pirhouetted in the air, announcing his joy with a yowling bark and a smile so wide his teeth considered making a leap for freedom. "You hearing, Rett? We heving peck!" he yelled at his companion, who didn't seem to understand the signifiance of what had just gone down but smacked his lips in response. Vlad decided this meant he was pleased.

"Come come come!" Vlad urged, skittering to Njal's side and then rounding the two wolves like a sheep-herding dog, ushering them east-ward with excited yips. "Peck waiting! Bleckface teach how hunting vater-doge for celebrate!" And if Caiaphas preferred to skulk around in her cave, Vlad would just wing it - how hard could it be to take down something called a sea-dog, anyway?

Final post from me!