Sunset Valley siúil a rún

He was starting to walk away, unimpressed by the woman, when her words brought him to a standstill. Zamael turned to face her, the shadow falling from his gaze, replaced by curiosity. "Teaghlach?" he asked, mouth suddenly dry. "That's my old group's tongue. Family. Are you from the eastern seashore?"

Zamael had not heard that tongue in quite some time, not since he'd left Coleridge to return to his family. To encounter it so far from the cliffs. . .it shook him more than he wanted, and it peeled back the front he'd put up to the stranger, revealing the wolf inside.

"Cò th 'annad?" he asked brusquely, perhaps a bit sharper than he intended.