Ankyra Sound he's no charmer

Vlad, meanwhile, was doing very little by way of conniving game-play. He genuinely thought that Rosalyn wished to learn his techniques - what cause was there to think otherwise? They were pack-mates now, beholden to and dependent on one another in equal parts.

The creature began his lesson with a howl, sending his rough voice skywards in celebration. This was the happiest and safest he had felt in many months, and the feeling was so great that it spilled over the brim. He struggled to settle, focusing on Rosalyn's pretty face as he spoke. "Sneak esk meny kvestion, OK? Meny kvestion, not so kveek to teck deal. Saying 'vat is peck name', 'how many wulf'.. Vlad esk 'you vant join peck?', sneak no enser!" And of course, the biggest giveaway of all: "Eef wulf esk 'vat being peck weakness', you saying - hoping small enimal enter ess of you for to make house." He finished with a flourish, snapping his teeth in the air as if to demonstrate the correct facial expression to use once a wolf was a confirmed sneak - or spy.

such wise, many survival instinct, so wow