Ankyra Sound are you going to age with grace

No suck luck. Rosalyn lived long enough for Vlad to find her, thought he did so quite by chance. There was no trail between her nest and the edge of the forest - at least not anything recent. Had she dragged herself out there to die? In the awful moment between spotting her and there being any kind of movement on Rosalyn's part, Vlad thought she might have succeeded.

"EH!" he hollered, thundering to her side and stopping with just as much grace. "Thees not deal! No say creb cerry you, Vlad heving deal veet creb for not leesten Stenderds." Vlad leered down at her, but secretly prayed she would counter his jest with one of her own.