Ankyra Sound no need to drive me crazy, i'm close enough to walk

Vlad was present to watch the Angry Urchin fail, and had a hearty laugh at her expense. "Oorchin! Meck you veesit braathers of you een vaater?" the Russian teased, mirth lifting his paws high as he trotted in for a closer look at Lusca's misery. Without a dry coat to bulk her out, she looked like a child's imitation of a wolf made from five burnt sticks and a wedge of black cheese. It was a miracle that she still had four working limbs and face that could be recognized. Following Caiaphas' example, the pack denied the Angry Urchin all but the most meagre of scraps. Vlad did his part by punishing every misstep he witnessed (and some that he simply made up), and still Lusca did not snap - at least not in the presence of those that would make her pay for it. It was almost admirable.

The Russian lumbered closer, smiling his yellow, humourless smile. "Thees gud look for Oorchin. So smol wulf you ees. You come now - time for being gud geeft to Vlad."

Making some assumptions about how the pack treats Lusca, slap me if not gud