Ankyra Sound to untie this knot

Well, balls. The wilds had brought him a lunatic.

Vlad stared blankly at the new recruit, fishing around for some way to respond to her claim that the trees had summoned her. Perhaps she meant.. that.. uh. Actually, she probably believed herself to have been summoned by some woodland spirit. Crazier wolves existed out there - Vlad knew that all too well. "Huh. OK. Vat sound tree making? Ees song or ees werd?" he asked conversationally, padding onto the sand with Caoimhe after him. He made no effort to repeat her name; it was weird and foreign-sounding, and she - like everyone else in the pack - would soon have her very own Vladdy nickname. Crazyface, perhaps, or just Trees.