Sun Mote Copse The flesh is weak

The male greeted her with due friendliness and an accent so thick she had to take several moments to parse it and still found herself confused. I am Ragna, she said, then tipped her head in an invitation for him to introduce himself in kind. Again he spoke and again she was confused. What is Fräulin? And who is Hemlock? Subtler tactics neither occurred nor appealed to her, so poison did not present itself as a solution to the badger problem. To her, Hemlock was another wolf, some new joiner among the ranks that she had not yet met. Meanwhile she did not understand that some of the words he spoke were of a different language. Indeed she found this new wolf baffling, but not altogether unpleasant.