Raven's Watch you only understand the language of the sword

So the big bad burly wolf wouldn’t turn his back to them… Solpallur made note of this just as easily as Stjornuati disregarded his instruction. He nipped at his brother’s flank then but it did nothing to deter him. He was invested in interrogation now and Solpallur was an unwilling passenger in this ride.

Grumbling to himself as he let go of his brother’s skin between his teeth as swiftly as he had grabbed it, his gaze returned and locked with that of the stranger in their midst. Would he actually be informational and answer them? Solpallur doubted it; there was something he still could not place about the strange Kynareth. Draugr or not, his actions were suspect and already Solpallur had thought of the little sanctuary as their own.

“Answer,” he commanded this time of Kynareth, finding the word and throwing it like a pointed dagger.