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

oh! so he now beheld a brother! how rare their kind here - non-existent, really, as far as slavo the shoresinger knew.

"nou nou, ai insist on yusing th' correct w'rds! fram grand taytls ouf kings tchu small vays ve define wan another." the komondor gave a grin.

then came that compliment made in the awkward manner of a young one, and trough his bangs the glimmer in slavo's eyes could be seen.

"vhy, tchank yeau yang ethan! aend vho knous," he leaned in to whisper. "may-be yeau are secretly komondor tchoo, aend come winchr yeau'll grou ae coat aes kul aend yunik aes mine."

slavuj looked at ethan, then winked.