Ravensblood Forest Patient In The Flames

the bark certainly jolted him, bringing about the casement of the song. slavuj turned his head to the treeline.

"ah!" he grinned, and immediately his tail began to thump the ground. "whaet lack ai haev!"

the komondor rose to his feet and turned to the stranger, before submissively bowing himself. 

"mai fraend, ai vish tchu knouw about di faet ouf ae woman! moust beautiful, raven-black pelt oun ae diminutive fraem; ae hunchress, ae mader!" his covered gaze drifted away to the corners, and the bard swayed at the infatuating memory. 

recovering himself into stillness, his head briefly dropped, then rose to grin anew at this obvious packmate to his artemis. "tchell mi, whaet forchune befell jis beauchiful wan?"