Ankyra Sound to untie this knot

Vlad listened quietly, trying to make sense of what was being said to him. Abstract thinking had never been one of his talents - he was a basic wolf with basic thoughts. Still - whatever afflication of the mind ailed Caoimhe didn't seem to affect her ability to function as a wolf, and Vlad was not one to judge. He had happily thrown his lot in with the Rat and would extend that same privilege to the much cleaner, much prettier Caoimhe.

He decided to humour her. "I theenk ees sound for special wulf ear," he responded diplomatically, pushing ahead and looking over his shoulder to waggle his brows at the dainty girl in his wake. "I make you now new name! Ees Beauty Meestery. OK? Name hev many gud feature!" She had no say in the matter; even something as simple as Kee-va was too much of an arse to remember.

The short walk had brought them out into the core of Saltwinter's territory - a cold slice of beach, overlooked by tall cliffs and the thick forest from whence she had come. Vlad whipped around, puffed out his chest, and annouonced with great enthusiasm:  "Beauty Meestery - velcomimng be to Salty Winter peck! Heving here strong wulf, and meny gud creb and vater doge for to eating! I naming Vlad." Who could say no to that?