Gyrfalcon's Keep Allora, pedala!

He was not the only wolf who’d come to the mountain. Valentine’s path crossed with another man’s. Had it been coincidence that brought them together or the smell of fresh blood, he did not know. Still, he couldn’t tell if his eyes lay upon the Seasman or his meal.
Guh mor’ing. Valentine dropped the bird at his own feet, then tilted his head.
You know, as a traveling man I’ve heard many different tongues, but I am not familiar with yours.