Sequoia Coast I may be shy but don't underestimate me

"ah apolojies, ai should knou ae yang s'rr vhen ai see wan." slavo's eyes glimmered with good humour.

he listened, nodding as the he-wolf described the serenity of the shoreline, until his very breed was correctly identified and the dog looked at him with mirthful surprise.

"ai aem славуј." he said in crisp serbian, then repeated in an accent more familiar to the young man. "tat iz slah-vooy. aend yeau, ethan - vhat kaind of laif leads ae volf tu knou dogs so vell?"