Fishblight Mire brotherhood

He was not offended that his newfound brother would think his insult-born name suitable; his diminutive mind was not capable of such a thing. He grinned toothily, nodding along as Vlad spoke. In some way he probably liked his name, or it had grown on him and was as much a part of him now as his ears and his tail. Not to mention the fleas in his fur and the worms in his belly. He hardly knew life without them.

"Ya! I sneak!" He said, and without hesitance follows the other wolf into the mud and beyond.