The Heartwood blood of the wolf and heart of the lamb

Hell, this dude needed a serious chill pill.
Our at least, a blue cap shroom.
One or the other would sure as Satan's Santa Hat be nice.

Ash wasn't steeping back, but decided to put his soft blonde belt on the ground, and wait for this wild to cool down.
Then he focused on the dark Wolf.
Damn, he definitely underestimated her age, because even though she looked like a slim and sweet darlin, she sure did sound like a 5 year old elder.
He couldn't tell, but unless he was into the older types, he kinda wasn't, he would note to not vall the gal any sorta pet names like he did with friends.
So what would he call her?

"Alright then, miss doc, what do ya think we should do with him, cause I don't think the dude even speak anything I know of. "