Stavanger Bay shot me out of the sky, you're my kryptonite

Constantine watched with muted respect to the wolves around him – Doe’s apprehension of the behemoth before them seemed unwarranted to the swarthy Mayfair, and at the hopeful promise that the wolves of the sea would leave his family to their forest and sanctuary, he felt relief flood him – though it was optimism, above all else. They knew nothing about these neighbors spare for their dishonor at settling upon their doorstep, negotiating with cubs, and not once attempting to tell the wolves of Donnelaith of their intent.
 
And yet without the man before him, if Deirdre’s claim was true, then his sister would have been lost from them. Aria spoke in turn – to the point, and he cast his fiery eyes to her, wondering if she was finished with what would appear to be quite a brief meeting. Unwilling to have the ebony male before him leave without a word, Constantine shifted his attention back to the larger wolf, his muzzle tipping down slightly. “Deirdre told me you saved her – that means you saved me. I cannot thank you enough,” he noted, his own voice a soft rumble as he finally broke his silence.