Swiftcurrent Creek When the wind blows

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"I am Bazi, yes. and you're Cadfael.. with an accent. Where is it from? There's another wolf here with a heavy accent - Kieran - who is almost impossible to understand. Yours is.. softer."

A faint smile graced his lips, "Wolves only call me Cadfael on formal occasions, you may call me Ddraig. It means Dragon in your language," he spoke in a voice filled with calmness and strength. "I'm Welsh," he replied with a regal dip of his head, something that he used when he was still a prince of his pack. “A chi yw'r frenhines y gilfach." he said as an example of his native tongue.

He didn't like talking about his past, in fact it would probably take a wolf at least three months to even make a chink through his rock-hard armor. It had taken the Roman a month to get through him but he was different, the other wolf had something about him that made the welsh prince trust him. It wasn't going to be that easy for anyone else.