Ankyra Sound saltwinter

Njal and Rosalyn didn't exactly fall over themselves with excitement to meet the black-faced queen, but at least they were here - and Vlad, as ever, had great hopes for the future. After all, what was the alternative? Freeze, starve, and die - that was the alternative.

The Rat settled somewhere behind them, chewing on something that was either sea weed or his own leathery hide. "Yes! Heving breeng for peck the Beeg Limpy Menn end Stendards Gerl," Vlad beamed, tail flying across his hocks. "Thees Blackface," he introduced, nodding at the coyote queen.