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The Russian let out a hearty laugh and approved of Kerberos verbally but added that he was wolf but wanted to be the Sea. It wasn't quite what Kerberos had meant. He didn't want to be the Sea for no one could be Her but Herself but he thought explaining it might confuse Vlad. So simply, Kerberos let it go, allowing Vlad to take his words for what he would. A glance was given towards the woman Vlad was pretty sure her real name was Rosy-bum. Somehow Kerberos doubted that was her name, but then again perhaps it was possible that it could have very well been; and really, who was he to judge? “You like nicknames, don't you?” Kerberos inquired, amused. “Sad eyes” wasn't his favorite per say but it was his, given to him by his new potential pack mate and that probably meant something. A sort of acceptance. Or maybe it just meant Vlad was bad with names and remembered names he gave them better. Either way, he wasn't going to raise a fuss. Perhaps “sad eyes” fit him better than he realized. 

It certainly would have as a child.

“How far are we from Saltwinter?” Kerberos inquired with soft curiosity, sea-green gaze falling back upon Vlad.