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Vlad had no explanation for the nicknames. It broke the ice and offered the challenge of distilling a wolf down to their bare essentials. If you were unfortunate enough to have a gummy eye on the day that you were introduced to Vlad, you would be 'Gross-Eye' or 'Sticky' until he chose to rename you. He shrugged and nodded at the question, but didn't answer in words. To the second, his response was vague.

"Saam time walking." Truthfully, Vlad was not certain - time had flown by in Rosalyn's company. His ears flapped and swivelled as he considered it. "You waiting see beeg forest - ees Salty vinter peck. Ooorrrrrr, you racing me! Time go menny kveek!" They had emerged onto sand by this point - Rosalyn had disappeared into the vegetation that fringed the beach. Vlad bounced ahead, barking at Kerberos to follow. "COME COME, MAKE RAANNING!"