Ankyra Sound game don't wait

The kid a short distance away was one of the more interesting wolves he'd seen. He was black and white, but with a golden mane, as if God was putting him together and at the last minute said, "You know, fuck it--let's try something new." It was incredibly intriguing, and furthermore, he smelled of Drageda. Vercingetorix padded over to him with a chuff, swinging his tail.

Hei, skat, he said, unsure if he spoke Trigedasleng or not. How's it going? I'm Vercingetorix--I followed Heda down from Trigeda. He settled down next to the boy, watching the waves with a contented sigh. He wondered whose kid this was.