Morningside Cuesta I Know Him

Hm, Was all Zoratto said, for he was still lacking when it came to the common tongue. He had improved after he left Teekon Wilds, but it was still heavy on his tongue. He stared at the wolf, familiarizing himself with his face. He remembered this wolf; he was one of the first he had met in the Wilds. He racked his brain for the wolf's name. Alastor? Something like that.

Witch. He replied, monosyllably.