Ocean's Breath Plateau Blue

She looked younger than she claimed, but Vlad assumed she must have suffered a harsh first winter that stunted her growth. His eyes lit up at the mention of scout - a word he knew, and a profession he was practiced at (with varying success). His expression changed for a tenth time, making a dramatic leap from scornful smirk to childlike glee - further confirming Wildfire's theory that he might have the odd screw loose. "Vlad being scout!" he declared. "So gud scout - mek veenter deal veet five wulf." He was clearly proud of the fact - and rightly so. Without Vlad, there would be no Saltwinter. "So menny trevel also. Fox-Biebee hev go to much steenky feesh swamp?" Fishblight Mire. "Many day walk, but hev much gud feesh. Slow, fett." He nodded - the Mire was a fully stocked larder for those wolves brave enough to venture in. "One day I show!"