Ocean's Breath Plateau Blue

She dismissed him with the confidence of a much older wolf. Vlad was still for a moment, then shattered the silence with ten second's worth of loud, grating laughter. "OK small wulf!" he roared, giving his head a couple of rough shakes. The movement sent ropes of thick slobber flying - some stuck to his cheeks whilst others made a bid for Wildfire. "Ees being right - you no threat," His accent did much to lessen the sting of sarcasm, but it was clear that he did not share her trust in the unspoken rules of the wild. Bad choices and poor luck had seen to that.

He should have left her there, but hated the idea of returning to the Sound without a new recruit. At the very least, he could gather some information about the youngster for future use. Did she like her pack? Did she have a mate yet? There were plenty of questions to ask, but Vlad's first question was prompted by the revelation that this was her first encounter with the ocean. "Fox-Biebee not making menny trevel? How old being?"