Frostfire Ridge she speaks a language

The Grotto wolf whimpered confused responses and Gavriel asked two more questions, but Toxochelys only had one as a curious thought occurred to him. The tawny guardian snorted fiercely, first — not out of disbelief, but certainly as a point of punctuation. "Do you know what sort of wolf you’re following?" he asked pointedly as he raised his head above the reddish male’s as though he was a cobra waiting to strike. He had no intention of doing so, however. Toxochelys found the degree to which the priest cowered satisfactory, and decidedly felt no need to push him further.