Ankyra Sound he's no charmer

Vlad had not expected her to consider his proposal. He hadn't even expected to be met with civility, and the lack of profanities to counter took the Russian off guard. There was a flicker of uncertainty before he found his way again. "Aha! Then I earning," he told her, bouncing and yipping like an eager pup. Vlad rarely stopped moving, and it was rare to see his tail still or all four paws on the ground.

"Stenderds geev chellenge, Vlad do chellenge - before go away efter vinter, Vlad get kees! Gud deal?" A fair deal - and with a lot less at stake. Vlad's advances rarely got far enough for 'the consequences' to be an issue, and the subject had never ever come up in civilized pre-canoodling debate. Puppies were so far beyond the level of survival that Vlad could hope for.