Honeyed Pasture but I didn't really care

"Frog" he would tell her. His native tongue would only confuse the woman more. He suspected there was no true way to say 'frog' in his language. Only a very direct insult - xenca - which meant frog guts. Oh well. "you are not a native here?" Holland asked, slightly curious. He hadn't met many foreign wolves, though he wasn't ignorant to believe he was the only one.

Or did she speak the language of the Teekons and he wasn't aware? He craned his neck at the frogs, knowing their body could be ground up and used in various medicine. But their toxins were just as bad in poisoning others. He didn't really care to take a life - even a frog's - to grind it into medicine. But he knew some witches used their body in various rituals.